I’m feeling like a kid again,
I’m feeling like I just walked in the door,
And, with my gead on fire,
I wrote this song — I don’t know who it’s for.
Hands held fast in camera,
I’ll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim:
«I’m a traveller, unraverller.
I only live through pain, and shame, and change!»
In my room, the secret tomb, I can see
Future forms,
Space/time storms:
They’re all me,
And I’ve only got to choose!
In my head I am dead if I fail
In the trap,
The subtle lap,
Safety’s pall…
But I’m living while I choose……