The tribal ties that bound my spirit
Were torn to pieces by a storm
That led my feet along an aisle
Just right against the common flow
The common flow is but a spinster
That wakes at 6 to cook her house
Or was it meals that are cooked
And houses cleaned by dreamt-on spouse...
The dreamt-on spouse is but a dreamer
that raises freedom in your breath
and often ties you to pendulums
that swing you out of time and space.