Is life keeping me from life
in a twist where my very smile
keeps me tied?
To his side

Love is not a prison,
even if sweet
For in prison you can't feel
Love is a thread you do
because it's natural for you to knit
Love is a path carved with kiss

So I will let the waves drive me home
I'll grab my clothes and sail on
to my arcane knowledge of the world
to the remedy that always works, and also
to your arms