I should climb back on the tightrope
Find my way back to the mountain path
Because I lost my grip on the high wire
And crashed down to the earth

Now I’m lying amongst the dirt
Watching rain drops splash and jump
I keep myself down here for a while
And growl at those trying to pull me up

If I should stay here any longer
Would my desperation stop
Would I draw closer to nature’s mother
My heart beating against the sod

Who cares what people might say
If I’m scratched and bruised, vile and pungent
I’m a wild animal come from wild animals after all
And my trappings and rituals are just a veil