Inner World

Absent City

Compositor: Henry Freedland

If I go blind, speak to me in rhyme
I'll hold your outer world
In fits of metered line
It's not so bad, you know
Don't we all get tired of what we've had?
You can double dash or green this scene
I know my facts

In all this time
Just trying to keep my mind
Some lightning inner resource
When other comforts lied
Go bigger wave if you need it
But don't we all get tired of being brave?
Come Saturdaytime frequency
We'll misbehave, okay?

Hunted under gardens
Blow-the-cover trees
IIt's windy where the farm is raining
Pretty autumn leaves
Time runs slow
Keep me where the good things grow