Wildebeest,
wildebeest - why do you run
Lurching
in mass across the sun?
Your
destinations found blindly
Your
reactions sound wildly
Seeking
the waters of optimism
While
crossing desert of pessimism.
Wildebeest,
wildebeest - why do you stand
In
calm; peace, that you cannot understand?
While
reason dissolves into chaos of insanity
Where
instincts save or deceive; each its own profanity.
The
need to run is an irrepressible drive
To
find respite in waters of the river; alive.
Or
to discover that salvation is as illusive
As
the image of an oasis - just beyond the elusive...
The
composition changing into inevitable death,
Whispering:
“Wildebeest,
wildebeest - run to a last breath”.
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