Zebra in the wild. White and black in green.
Visions in a style that I’ve never seen.
Zebra in the wild.
And the watcher now is walking. Taking it all in.
And the patterns seem to be shifting. From the wind exciting leaves.
Zebra in the wild.
And the sun’s mechanics peak. And this place feels somewhat deep.
And in the cave of high noon shelter, stones look sculptured like clouds.
Zebra in the wild. What’s it all about? Would I want to do without?
And the time flows without numbers. And the light sets just about right.
And my dissociated dream is drifts like a trunk in the vast ocean.
Zebra in the wild.
And the zebra disappears. Deep in the horizon.
And the hoove tracks are hidden. That’s the best way it can be.
Zebra in the wild. Zebra in the wild.
Zebra in the wild. Zebra in the wild.