You have entered my soul
with your love...

I thought I was his friend
the kind who doesn't know...

Before you and I were stirred
into vanishing trickles of taste...

I think for myself and bury my dreams
where others have dried the soil...

The red-stained lark
stitched his libretto...

I cannot keep my eyes
burning a hole through...

I twist and chew and braid
my hair backwards, leaving...

Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore...

Choice: the power to decide on an action with free...
Individual reliance...

Land was vast in these times,
mighty hills prideful and bearing...

If only I was your child, who dreamed
for morning stars to trail along midnight's...

I ride the sky, an endless circle
of uncharted measurements...