You clear your throat
On the outer side of the universe,
And I jump up in my bed,
Suddenly afraid of the dark.
When we walked together,
In my perceived “hand-in-hand,”
Me as a child,
You as a god…
…What would a god have to do with a child?
You clear your throat
On the outer side of the universe,
And I jump up in my bed,
Suddenly afraid of the dark.
When we walked together,
In my perceived “hand-in-hand,”
Me as a child,
You as a god…
…What would a god have to do with a child?
