You’ll Never be a Zebra

Zebra, oh zebra,

How can I be you?

My clothes are all striped and my head is like you.

I’ve waited and waited,

Oh boy have I tried,

But my skin is not striped,

And neither my mind.

You fight and laugh and trundle along,

But I cannot keep up.

I’ve tried for so long.

My legs do not trundle,

And my arms do not fight,

My body is too light,

For me to fight to be you.

Zebra, oh zebra,

How can I be you?

I grew up waiting to transform into you,

But your sounds are so mean,

Your actions too,

And it is far too late for me to not become you.

So, I swallow my sounds,

And I trundle along,

And I hope for the day I will find my own song,

Until then, I will try to prolong,

And I will hope that the colours will not be gone,

For becoming a zebra does not have a song.

Zebra, oh zebra,

Please free me from you?

It is far too late for me to become just like you.