Days on end he walks the circular rut
That describes the circumference...

Twisting freely in the gale
stripped of promises to keep...

May your life bear trouble enough to overcome,
may your soul be restless enough to be driven...

Box
no locks...

Seen many hyped up premieres,
events that promised to be...

The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

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

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

This life is my river
downstream are family and friends...