Animals like Leaves

Below is my favorite song from the Savage Garden, ‘The Animal Song’ from the album ‘Affirmation.’ The song seeks freedom from this intricate world. Playfully I have distorted the song. Though flavor of rhymes, rhythms and meters are lost, still it looks funny to read after reading the original.

Original Song

When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
the television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far
I've got to break away
So take my hand now

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

I've been having difficulties keeping to myself
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There's a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

Sometimes this life can get you down
It's so confusing
There's so many rules to follow
And I feel it
'Cause I just run away in my mind

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Distorted Song

When supermalls and cancan dances are drooling in your head,
the telephone is the way of life everywhere—
suborning and making me devious, poppa, fuss me off afar.
I'm wrecking slowly away.
So take me where no hand reaches.

'Cause I want a leaf like by animals—
cushy and free for many centennials.
I want a leaf.
I want to run without a leaf bungle.
The wine with the leaves is the saint to me.


I've been having diathesis keeping to myself.
Seeing and motions buttress me to shave.
Animals and leaves tell me truth—they are my recipe.
Which one is more gourmand?
There's a trough. Now can reside.

Compulsion is the bungle.
Dirty composition is in my heart.
Would you like to make a one for me?
Would you like to try my hand?



'Cause I want a leaf like by animals—
cushy and free for many centennials.
I want a leaf.
I want to run without a leaf bungle.
The wine with the leaves is the saint to me.



Sometimes this life is duress durn.
It's so effusing.
Obsessively rule out.
And I'm fed up with these books—
so run away openly, just what my mind says.

Where is the happiness without the sadness?

Where is the happiness without the sadness?
Where is the sympathy without deprivation?
Where is the care without carelessness?
Where is the love without hate?
Where is success without malfunction?
Where is life without death?

Where is truth without a lie?
Where is god without the devil?
Where is 'you' without an 'I'?
Where is belief without unbelief?
Where is heaven without evil?
Where is stress without relief?

Where is hope without the fear?
Where is the tree without the shoot?
Where is the month without the year?
Where is man without the woman?
Where is the baby without the boot?
Where is the carriage without the cabman?

Where are the answers for all these questions?
The questions are like oceans.
These are the captions,
the subjects of books:
Where? What? Why? Who? How — fill oceans?
Where men ponder hooks.


Note:
The above nonsense and humorous poem is something like: "Where is the choice in the jail?" As we know, a lock-up is meant to be broken out of, but life gives no choice in this. It's in the heart, in the soul, where lie the reasons of all sense.