There was a time
a long time
when I sat and looked
at windows
without seeing through
at friends
without feeling for the lives
at papers
without passion, without thoughts.
A long time
That's gone, these days
I sing, I drink the lines
I love
Who knows
perhaps I'll live this life
as I am
and all that a speck, a dash
who knows
I feel, I know
for now
we love, and live, and we for
the lines smooth
gently in peace
feel
