shout aloud
i wish i could
like the madman king living in the field
eating grass but he will learn his lesson well
and be restored to the greatness that once was his
seven years off
the dew on his back a banner of his state of mind
but i have none
i hold it in
eruption eminent and so i write it down
i write it loudly
i look to see who is around
i quiet down
i write it meekly
shout aloud
i wish i would
like the madman king living in the field
Like Walking Trees 