So I sat down to write a poem for you, but no words came to mind...
The Evolution.
Don't you think it's kind of weird to find
Some simple place in your mind.
And when you reach it, you stand in awe.
The moon, she tempts the clouds.
But they would prefer something not so loud.
Perhaps they would prefer obtainable.
As once a boy, I dreamed.
But as a man, I fear,
The dreams might leave me.
This is some crooked plot.
That twist my soul in a knot.
A root that raps around the stone.
Nature's game is not yet over.
She goes, turning wolf into rover.
A happy pup, who no longer thirst for blood.
Don't you think it's kind of weird to find
Some simple place in your mind.
And when you reach it, you stand in awe.
The moon, she tempts the clouds.
But they would prefer something not so loud.
Perhaps they would prefer obtainable.
As once a boy, I dreamed.
But as a man, I fear,
The dreams might leave me.
This is some crooked plot.
That twist my soul in a knot.
A root that raps around the stone.
Nature's game is not yet over.
She goes, turning wolf into rover.
A happy pup, who no longer thirst for blood.