eleven
runaway
Back at home in glowing caves He filled the walls in a Shaman's haze The hunt was good His fellow beings Layed down their bones for no extremes He was cursing at the sky With carving on his skin The wind and thunder howling  And yet there was no sin But soon his mind expanded to let more symbols in Now drowning in his choices The future makes him grin A runaway, runaway train getting off the track A runaway, runaway brain with too much on his back He cast the net on nature's shore And in excess he wanted more  He burned the land to have more room In ugly towns he planned his doom He was laughing at the few Who saw what was ahead And a corporating crew lived for today instead Now the bridge can fall It leads him back to reason Ignoring this here ball He signs a pact of treason