Hiding in the tall grass

Hiding in the tall grass

Pretending it is summer

Waiting for the rain

To wash me away

Anything to change

The feeling of inevitability

Surrounding the evolution

Of change

Inhabiting the animal

Lurking within us all

Taking a backseat

In the procession

Toward a conclusion

Of the extinction

It is not my imagination

Creating a friend

There are so few left

To play around with

It would take a miracle

To find a cure

For the disease

We carry on the journey

To oblivion

Everything looks easy

From the outside

Where pedigreed chums

Watch from the gallery

At the catfight below

In the jungle

Move over rover

It is time for rebellion

To begin

Revolutionise yourself

Before the water

Has all gone

The grasses have all died

And the animals inside

Have all escaped