Don’t let anything swallow your leap
Because glass and stones build a lonesome house
With bread, water and fourteen words a day
Don’t let anything carve your stride
Because graphite echoes may knock your head
And mark your dreams with asterisks
Don’t let anything touch your silence
Because the colours may all go to sleep
And draw the blinds around your world
Breathe your words as you say them
Taste your strings as you play them
As long as you are on the roam
The locks will rust, the birds will fly
You will be free to live, to die.
Because glass and stones build a lonesome house
With bread, water and fourteen words a day
Don’t let anything carve your stride
Because graphite echoes may knock your head
And mark your dreams with asterisks
Don’t let anything touch your silence
Because the colours may all go to sleep
And draw the blinds around your world
Breathe your words as you say them
Taste your strings as you play them
As long as you are on the roam
The locks will rust, the birds will fly
You will be free to live, to die.
