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?