[SONG LYRICS]
You said, “Let go, my son.
To find you must be a loser.”
But what should I loose–
control or desire?
You wove me purposefully–
a heart and mind like no other.
But both have been stained
by nature and nurture.
In my dreams a child standsunder a tree,
untouched by winter’s cold.
Throwing off his crimson mittens he forms
an angel in the snow.
You said, “To whom it’s given
much is also expected.”
But where’s the line
between care-free and careless?
In my dreams a man abandons his hat
as twilight starts its song.
Idling gracefully, he kicks up his heels
and whistles right along.
Trying to cram all the heavens inside of my head,
I travel ’round Inner Circle.
More a player of chess than a poet, it seems
that Gower Street waits without me.
You said, “Pick up your cross.”
But this feels more like a crossword–
or pickup sticks
with windfalls of signposts.
In my dreams a man, while crossing the sea,
surveys a starry sky.
Lacking wind, he climbs the sycamore mast
and waits there for a while.
Trying to cram all the heavens inside of my head,
I travel ’round Inner Circle.
More a player of chess than a poet, it seems
that Gower Street waits without me.
You said, “Here’s bliss, my son,
but know that one’s not for eating.”
And ever since I’ve destroyed this mystery.
for everything which is yes 