I feel like crying, laughing, sighing
Where are the buds, the birdsong, the breezes?
Where’s my strength, my vigor, my caring?
I’d love to bewitch, bewilder and be clever
Be ‘bad’, immature, daring
I want to howl, dance, drum a beat
Be spoiled, uncivilized, unrepentant
I feel open, raw, exposed
I know you’re there
I can see you
I can feel you
I blame you