And for a moment I'm a gazelle who hasn't yet fallen to a lion's teeth For the night I give in to the stampede and--this time for good--keep going
Going, going, wind beaten as a sailor, though I may be flying the way a peacock does (It's only a feeling, like peace is to a dove)
Let me say something about the animals-- they keep going, too They keep going for us (I am no vegetarian, but sometimes, instead of meat, I only need to eat dust.)
For the same reason, I go on until fed to something larger than this small person inside And, like an animal, I don't ever feel the need to cry