To be amongst the few who run wild
To be amongst those few
I would give up this poem
I would even quit singing too
But then my throat aches with sharp pain
From the thought of throwing down the pen
And then a sentence comes to mind
To find the wild ground on which to race
Choose your own forbidden path to face

To be amongst the lucky few
Who really feel the sky's blue
I run amongst that wild thought
And let it tear my mind with holes
If the path is forbidden
Is it not forbidden to take?
But I keep running with that string
For my wish is to be fierce
To run amongst the wild few
To run with them once at least

To run amongst the wild few
To really see the morning dew
There is no time to waste or tease  
But my decision comes with no ease  
To write a poem about the virtues of sins
With real conviction and morality
I let hell break loose in me
Without the hope of relief without inner guilt
Suddenly wrong and right stop their fight within
Good and evil flatten into a field of hazy sheen
Of wild poison berries sweet as hell can be
And a lake of elixir as far as the eye can see

It is the time for me to be pure
How long I've waited to this purge
At last I'll be amongst the few
Who know the horizon to its' full
I fill my mouth so sweet the taste
Drink from the crystal clear lake
And then I shout for no one to hear
So sweet is death
So clear is life
Just leap from one to another
Do not fence
Wild is a dance
With no middle, start nor end

I wish to run and to be free
To be amongst the few who can flee
From this jail of humanity  
But my feet fail
My sight turns dark
So I take a step back
And wake in my bed at night
Realizing it was all a dream
I sit down
And write on a piece of paper
Just the word
"Sin"

To run amongst the wild few
To run amongst the wild
I'll add a word each day
Into my poem
Whether in daytime
Or at nightfall
And hope I have enough days left
To get the chance
To run wild and dance
Or just to see them will suffice
Those wild few
Before my time is due
Those wild few