I'm that guy who comes in the post office
Fifteen people in line, goes to the machine...

Ever far I've been 'round this world,
Hundreds of cities, thousands of trails...

Six decades, three score full years,
Wandering around like I know...

Surrounded by refugees a boy sits
cutting diamond wings from Mylar...

Now that I'm in my sixties
I'm free to be uncouth...

Gone again, another light faded
Into the bleak background energy...

Pain is not suffering,
Pain is a message...

SO
I couldn't see, but I heard blue is the sky and...

Not the wisest man
nor the richest can create...

"I protest my innocence!"
"Read the charges against him.&quot...

I was full of myself, full of my sorrow,
And carefully chose the sharpest razor...

Cooking again, it pleases me,
Perhaps even more than those...