Ours is just another skin. That simply slips away. You can rise above it. It will shed easily. It all will come out fine. I've learned it line by line. One common wire. One silver thread. All that you desire. Rolls on ahead. Like a ship in a bottle. Held up to the sun. Sails ain't going nowhere. You can count every one. Until it crashes unto the earth. And simply slips away. You can hide in the open. Or just disappear. Ours is just a craving. And a twist of the wrist. Will undo the stopper. With abrupt tenderness. Die little sparrow. And awake. Singing. It all will come out fine. I've learned it line by line. One common wire. One silver thread. All that you desire. Rolls on ahead