Wild

I know you see the realm around us

but do you feel it?

if you do not treat yourself 

with kindness

how can you do the same to your own?

or even to what surrounds you 

and to everything that is still alive

without your touch yet

continuing the way it is now

in fifty years

we will have to run

to the middle of what is left of the woods

to breathe deeply without illnesses 

getting into our entrails

as demons dressed as leeches 

taking you down 

with no permission of asking

Why did it happen?

how did I get here?

because in a few hundred years

we will have disappeared 

begin as I sing to feel on your skin

wide your narrow mind

alow to let the life in

wild are the animals in the jungle

also the men ruining it all while

hiding inside golden bars suitcases

I know you see the realm around us

but do you feel it?

the air has changed

the sound, no more polluted

there is peace in savageness 

unlike the rest of the world

this could all be yours

without being destructive 

and abusive

this could all be yours

if you care as if it really mattered to you