Grey greenish turtle breaking from the cage
Moving so slowly through dirt weeds and sage
Withdrawing inward at each sharp sound
Into your shell so solid and round
Do your legs move fast when would dogs at at your tail?
Does the spark inside make your body sail?
Do you ever let do of the withdraw and refrain?
Does the butterfly release out of the cocoon’s pain?
Your life is in danger out in these fields of grass
You better be careful, better watch your ass
You’ll never know from where a wild wind will crack
The wild force of heaven could land you on your back
What is this strange desire that lulls you from the cage?
Is it sweet redemption or the devil’s rage?
What is it that awaits you beyond this shell of might?
The wings of glory call you into the night
Written by Robert Heirendt – 7/20/00 – Oakland
Inspired by a weird dream