Wilderness Kids

It's the one rarely seen
 Hibernating
 Changeling
 Gazing at park railings
 In the dark while it's raining
 I'm painting
 A monochrome outline
 With words from out of my mouth
 I am clinging on to sunshine
 Sipping rain straight from the source
 My statements are formed from debate and discourse
 Walking late through the gauze
 In a state of divorce
 From the ways and the laws of invasion and force
 In it's place is a pause
 Like the wait for applause
 Where the way that I think is replaced and reformed
 I break from the norm
 In the wake of the storm
 Is 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 draw 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 a joke with the stoats in the undergrowth
 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
 Sudden 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 jacks chilling 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
 Truth's as obvious as hidden lies
 It's all wrapped up in gigabytes
 I want a bigger bite
 Living life to the end that's a different right
 "So it goes" is the mantra that I am chanting
 Shouts out to the sparrows and the pine-martens
 Keep it country like line-dancing
 The wilderness kids keep it overgrown like it's my garden
 Night-time 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 want to hitch a ride hop aboard don't waste time asking