No Metaphor

I often find myself distrustful of metaphors especially when I’m outdoors when me and my three friends take our fourteen legs down the fire trail oh, that’s no metaphor that’s no metaphor ah no-- they each have four legs and a tail see that’s no metaphor that’s no metaphor... four legs and a tail, that’s my three friends, yeah... Sometimes I smoke my pipe but you know I’m conflicted I need, I need the exercise, but I don’t want to become addicted but you know I guess I am, addicted that is, to this trail and to my friends and this is no metaphor I’ve tried to quit them before this is no metaphor, oh but the trail, it calls us all it calls us all—this is no metaphor this is no metaphor yeah this is the voice I always listen for the voice I listen for... Yeah, the voice I listen for... Sometimes I bring a book, Thomas Merton or Thich Naht Hahn while they, they sniff around on the sun-drenched ground ah, no metaphor, no metaphor yeah, that’s what hiking’s for that’s no metaphor, it’s an open door-- that’s no metaphor you see I, I often find myself I often find myself while walking there and that’s no metaphor no metaphor, I often find myself, no metaphor, no metaphor.