"How brilliant you are,
the poet in the park.
They wanted your soul,
but you gave them your heart."
I guess you could put it that way. What a sad way to have it though. Save your soul, but loose your heart. I think it's almost worse maybe. To always have to know. Looking back, I'd rather my heart, but who knows really.
"And I feel so afraid,
But I don't know what for."
Sitting in an alcove of some concrete building by the bus-stop. I've walked too long today. Never will I again romanticize such a profession. Cotton Jones had it right, I think. Because I most definitely feel that loss. It's a shame when you have to choose, but when you live a life like this, I guess it's only a matter of time.
"We can carry on."
