Running through fields
Out in the fields of the windy wide plains
I walked in the wonder of childhood’s fame
Before that knowledge clouded skies frame
Before the arrows of deceit blotted the light
It wasn’t the knowledge that darkened the font
It wasn’t intricate nature thatcreated a want
It was an age of reason and love-
It was the doubt of the faith deep inside
Out from id’s cunning simpering pride
Out in the field the skies should have told;
That knowing suspicion and foreign unrest
It poisoned the water and came from the West.
It will not conquer: ths pollution of thoughts.
It will not destroy that for which it has come,
For I am a child and I can still run.
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