Sasquatch, you taciturn savage
To be straightforward, I do not
Believe that you exist at all
I see you as an archetype,
A poster-child of mystery
However, if it should be so
That you are, in fact, existant
Do not opt to reveal yourself
Into the attention of Man
With our self-centered impulses
Stealing innocence in the night
And our obsession with bloodshed
Overpowering our senses
It would be best for you to fade
Into the patient sands of time
Without our presence in your life
So for your own sake, stay hidden
In the forests of the Northwest
Be nothing more than a legend
A mystery to haunt our psyche
