Everyday, we look at ourselves in the mirror

Sometimes, we expect to see someone different

Sometimes, what we see is not always who we are

We always have the option to reinvent

We are man, but our hearts are pure with instinct

Though our skin is smooth, our fur is felt

Our solace comes from our great, missing link

To nature: from the sun to the stone, we meld

We transform into a greatness of nature's design

And paint many colors of who we aspire to be

With hands and paws, we draw these lines

Before we know it, we are sublime and free

But we are challenged by our greatest desires

Conflicted by our senses, our longing for satisfaction

If we allow it to, it turns us into wretched liars

Bound by a cycle of action of reaction

We will grow, adjust, survive and fade

Or howl boldly in our crusade

Realize that, above all, we won't be swayed