I hope you never see that I've had enough

in all my wakings I deny love

but most of my sleep is cry and cough

in the world we've vengeance and stars above.


They're hiding in the corners while I see them

there's nothing much to do just catch and season

know you the hems say it's ceasing season

and you do not need them so don't seize them.


Ever after hates me, apparently

I have not been named me, to be controlled

could they ever cage me, if I fly above

heads and eyes and airplanes and astronauts?