She’s not a gentle lover and this I ought to know;
she takes me where I need to be, not where I want to go.
She leads me down no garden path but throws me into war
then she sits back and watches as I measure up the score.
‘Tis what I see and what I feel that leads to the next date
and I know that while I’m with her it’s best to test my fate.
‘Tis what I do from there that guides us to the next round
and it’s best not to be lacking when to that place you’re bound.
A Journey with no start or end is not a good place to be
in a love affair that’s meant to set my old spirit free.
So I always look for firmness beneath the ether’s flow;
a place to hold me to the Earth as upward I do go.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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