there was a time of constancy...when things around you were things you knew...people too...what is this time when you are a stranger...and speak to me in this strange tongue...look at me in that strange eye...can i not hear you...or have i forgotten what it is to understand...what is this grasping at winds...this momentary clarity in a haze...am i leaving time behind or is time putting me in my place...teaching me lessons that wear me out...

o stranger...take me with you...talk to me...sing to me...make me feel part of something...teach me to be friends...walk with me...jump with me...weave into the music with me...i want to become you...i know i'll want to be me before long...i'll be me before long...incorrigible...unblendable...i can only be me in the end...just as in the beginning...laugh with me...laugh at me...laugh but