In the vast, dreary desert of robots
I long for a spark of love
In the mammoth mount of tigers
I long for an innocent dove.
In the incredibly long drought
I long for a few drops of dew
In the ever-increasing concrete jungle
I long for a few shoots of green hue.
In the ever-lengthening line of prickly sympathizers
I long for a sincere feeler
In the calamitous writers of prescriptions
I long for a true healer.
In the insatiable hunger for beastly beauties
I long for a soothing natural smile
In the crafty crowd of sycophants
I long for one who should walk a mile.
In the mania of religious fervor
I long for a simple divine spark
In the pack of pretentious dolphins
I long for an honest shark.
