I cannot swim in these heavy shoes!
I cannot climb in these platform boots!
It is time to leave behind these dilapidated houses
It is time to let die these dreams of faithful spouses
I need to be freed from the blue hand of emotion
That feigns comfort but
Holds me back with leaden fingers on my shoulder
It is time to break the forms of familiarity
And do something of rarity
Remain allusive and let spirits care for me