Oh the many minds that have loved and lived in and poisoned and held
This body and this brain
A wilderness, a far away universe
Will the mystery remain a gray melody
Reverberating behind my closed eyes?
Growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and broad and narrow
If I cannot love it how I wish
See it through my and nobody elses eyes
I will bid my mystery, my chaos, the mess that I happened to kind of love so greatly goodbye
I will remember
Things I did, things done to me, in the name of love
They had no choice, they all said
Well, perhaps, neither did I