I wouldn’t want for anything else
But this what is
The constant motion, continuous changing
Of this sea’s surface
The currents gliding and scarring
Scarring my fur
It’s the pleasure of this motion
That keeps me drawn to this ocean
Guarding nothing but integrity
Nothing else, you just grow fond of my fur
Give it some time, the wild taste will grow on you
Nothing else, you just grow fond of my fur
Pleasing the rain by playing strange
Playing in the shade
Strangers in the shade
Where flowers mate
Stronger will than those who like fire
The one who holds on
Holds back with his power
The one who holds on
Please peace, peace please
War is to run out of the core
So very necessary
In many ways, I am sure
It’s the war of the sexes
The war of the wasted age
The war of the sexes
Dirt tracks in the opened cage