I see the pictures in the book
The ones that my mama took
It's only feelings-nothing milling
Ground down before me now
Bow down before the sound
No
Retreat into the dream
Like something new to me
Lived but no memory
I'm not really feeling it
Enter my excavation
Tender my resignation
Failed my creation
Gotta find, instead of shaping
Who's gonna tell me true
Holdin' back, some ingenue
Asking if you really want to
I'm done with that Caulfield tomb
That's the way I've done, shaded my own son
What I was, your son. Did you know? Did I? You run
Shaded your son. Where we've begun
I trace a 1
Oh, I've got it all
You see the world, when I sing this song
Oh, I've got it all
You see the world, when I sing this song
The best part is alone
The worst part is alone
Share the unsharable
Terrible parable
Sure, I got dipped
I got dipped in the river Styx
We all get pricked
That's the trick
It just takes a tick
Before we see the stitch
We all must admit
To be competent
Believe and hold it in confidence
A servant or a serpent in the corner
Asking was he worth it
Mom made the little branchy boat
You can float without her
Through the creek
No paddle
A child is born
A burden ignored