Imagine if you were a wild man!
To wander the plains with a spear in your hand,
your home never bound to a square plot of land,
to die or live free and survive if you can.

Food is found in the river, the grasses, and air,
a safe place to sleep in the cave beyond there,
crude clothing to cover where you are bare.
There are leaves for a bed, and a stump for a chair.

Imagine if you were a wild man!
the hair on your face grows down to your chest,
See through his wild eyes, be brave if you can.
each moment you stand you know you are blessed.

Other things wild are larger and faster.
Though this wild man's flesh may be alabaster
his skin is not armored with fur or with scales.
The wild man lives off of what he impales!

Could you give up your pillows and feather bed
for a the damp smell of earth and stars overhead?