Wildness

Rebel in a stranger's land,

Do they sense my fear,

Stranded in an infinite wildness,

What do they expect me to believe,

A goldmine of success at the end of their map of dreams,

Carefully buried beneath the grave of my passion, Oh I still hear it breathe,

Maniacally running, looking for survivors

I came across you a couple of times,

But I wonder what lies they told you,

You seem unfazed by my presence all the time.