Ah, there is desolation inside my soul.
It is something unexplainable,
Yet I always try to define it.
It is like trying to explain love, I suppose.
Many have, yet for each of us,
It’s meaning is something different,
Though we all have a vague idea of it.
To run naked,
The wind caressing my body,
The earth crunching beneath my feet,
The sky in it’s never ending form above me.
Yes, this is what I crave.
I long to be wild and free,
As my ancestors before me.
