this world is a whirlwind, but I'm holding that trapeze. And I'll never tell you what I saw. . I'll never tell you who I loved. Or how they made me free. I'll never tell you how I slept. Back when
A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back. He's becoming one--coming one. He's becoming one. The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze,. Symbiotic heart-attack. He's becoming one
