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Wilderness Kids

TM Juke, Rup
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It's the one rarely seen hibernating changeling Gazing at parked railings in the dark while it's raining I'm painting a monochrome outline With words from out my mouth, I'm clinging on to sunshine Sipping rain straight from the source My statements are formed from debate and discourse Walking late through the gorse in a state of divorce From the ways and the laws of invasion and force In its place is a pause like the wait for applause Where the way that I think is replaced and reformed A break from the norm in the wake of the storm It's the strange sound of silence as I wait to be born I awake on the lawn, the air's warm on my skin The heat brings me up so I'm drawing it in This one little insect with faltering wings Lands straight on my arm, now it crawls on my skin There's talk on the wind, time to chalk up a win But one's not enough, I want four on the spin On a walk to the spring, where I'm pouring a drink Washing-up's on the side, plus there's more in the sink Burning drawer and I'm lost, but I'm forming a link With the corn in the field, I'm airborne and it shrinks And it grows as I float, I'm the bloke going folk Showing hope as I joke with the stoats in the undergrowth When the night is clear I dream wilderness ways I dream, I dream I dream wilderness ways When the night is clear I dream wilderness ways I dream, I dream I dream wilderness ways I walk deep in the woods following a hunch I spent days in a hollow trunk I know the rhythm of the rain falling hollow thuds Sodden lumps of moss and mud, it fills from the bottom up I'm on the run, I've barely gotten up I'm clutching rotten clumps of grass Off the hills that I'm trotting up I broke away from the city lights To where it's pitch black at night, but my physical is still inside But my mind's by the riverside on a winter night Sipping pints on my Jack's chilly, hitting pipes I know nothing of wisdom, right? But I know how to visualise The last words of a missing spy Who had a secret to lift the sky Truths as obvious as hidden lies It's all wrapped up in gigabytes, I want a bigger bite Living life, but the end, that's a different ride So it goes is the mantra that I'm chanting Shoutouts to the sparrows and the pine martens Keep it country like line dancing The wilderness kids keep it overgrown like it's my garden No tight parking, away from the tight marking Of uniformity with eyes on what I'm sparking This ain't a pitch, but time's passing And if you wanna hitch a ride, jump aboard, don't waste time asking When the night is clear I dream wilderness ways I dream, I dream I dream wilderness ways When the night is clear I dream wilderness ways I dream, I dream I dream wilderness ways