I once knew, what i didn't know,
that it'd be through one day, this nothing, and this was the starting piece,
that now rips me as it should,
Oh, an' i knew that it would,
hurt,
and pinch like a bad shoe,
and it tells me, that these teary eyes are glad for the going through,
this time, now past, but an in-the-past not to be lived,
again or ever, so severe is this sever,
that between a few weeks all could be formed and suddenly undone,
like the keystone removing of an Indian jewel girl dancing under the sun,
and long after it,
like this, the end of what was begun,
a fitful, ecstatic bulgin' of across the world association,
and fun. Learning about places,
and hoping, just the slightest creaking door splinter of lighted hope,
that what i did in stupidity did not condone, (noting nothing to have been done)
the drifting of my thoughts from someday becoming reality,
No, i feel in my bones that someday i'll go,
Whether heat waves will blur the sight of me by your vision,
or just some Kangaroo or other person's sight,
Anyway, it'd be my delight to breath the warmed air,
Whether or not you are there, you were the calling bird in this heating morn.