saddle on the chestnut steed do not get flustered over childhood teeth what matters is what you see my body stuck in rooms where i was being used socket, to extract for their own use i grow, i change, still maimed roots the light not shed however, the tears are true
I don't want you have no difficulty, With the things you're still in motion for. Likewise those you have emotion for, Physical love. Those who came before, Those you still adore, and new flames You think offer more.
I take the same and different ways returning to these streets I thought I knew. Scent memories come in warm layers, comforting until they cling, and I think too long about the shadows stretching behind, before the city lights became so familiar, but clarity depends on distance, on when in motion the lines converge and the shapes fade to almost nothing, only to merge and re-emerge with each step forward, back to you.
I'd like to show you the direction But I am the unguided wind always in the motion Carried away with the storm I have lost my identity too many times now By the shore, by the night I'd be gone with havoc With nothing on me.