In the steel mines, the birds are singing with upturned throats-
They see the importance of being important.
I follow my heart with a recorder, life bangs on steel drums.
What I said was, “I can’t take the heat,” to the ballpark manager
And everyone else was fitted for a dress-to me, everything was simple
And workable. I couldn’t place my agony today. Where was I?
Time flies by. Birds make time sing a double note.
I can’t find myself in a mirror, these words I hold dear to me.
With every living thing, I sing a simple song. My work here is done.
I move on. With a ratio. Time stands still. Everything is workable,
Plus food is needed for the stomach-
I heart today and yesterday-
I know no bounds. What did I do? To make time go more slowly.
What did I do to make you go away. My heart aches for a sticky bun.
I wish I were far from here, a place where I could sing my all,
A place where time is entwined in my own hands.