Child Inside

As through the years I've wandered I was a compost coyote, nothing squandered One day while turning over the pile I saw myself, five years old, he made me smile, then he said "Upon your self-seas younger your nets brimmed with desire Let's recast and reconjure the child inside." A cold business wind leaves us just skin and bone Where did the human inside of us go? Where is our child roaming? Honey, come back home, baby come on back home My child, what have they done to you? Don't let their studied tones and schooling fool you In the judge's chamber the good cop grins Bad cop has his trigger finger ready if you won't go in... But don't go in Cause there's a priest-class trespass in us, too Until we feel either guilty for not doing it Or guilty if we do... but that's enough now The child jumped the fence at the end of the track Now he's laughing, running down the deer paths, he won't look back The child he stoops to wonder Moths flutter soundless in the jade-shade thunder Through the underbrush he's porpoise plunging Heart is an autumn orchard ripe with wanting To climb that silver ladder And taste the grapes that hang there Bats in the lavender air Moon rising high The tree shadows reach towards wash of stars in the sky River deltas of veins flowing wide Let's fly down the zip line The shock and splash delight, that's where yr child resides A cold business wind tries to leave us just skin and bone But I stopped listening a long time ago Cause now I see where my child's roaming Honey, we should go Baby, come on let's go out to meet him