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