"I keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam"*
No one ever had commitment towards me,
I don't know how it would feel to have someone's commitment,
But,
Even in tears,
Goodbye tears,
I should be dead not to adore things I've lived for.
For eight years and two weeks,
I escaped death,
escaped to see today,
escaped to see her at a red table,
under the dull yellow light of a placstic-wrapped sun.
for eight years and two weeks,
I escaped.
Sure,
I would, to see another day like this,
Sure.