I see trouble,
on my horizon I am yet again at
fifteen degrees bubble,slightly off key,not with the programme,ready to slam into,yet again I am through with the undersea,where the currents that ride tight against me,hold on and won't let me free,but I see
more than the gauge that prints out the age of this man,even in fifteen degree bubble I can,
hold my course,be steady on the line and as fine as any needle point,I know which way the compass point is pointing,
it is pointing due freedom who knows where I come from
and I'll go along with that.