by Patti Smith. In a mansion high the young man stood. Ready to join his companions good. Outside the scent of magnolia blossoms. Down streets of gold the children were racing. Just another wandering soul. Adrift among the stars. Just another human heart. Led led away. He put his shoes on and he laid down. Outside the clouds were swiftly gathering. He drained his cup and his stirred the mixture. And he closed his eyes as his conscience whispered. Just another wandering soul. Adrift among the stars. Just another human heart. Led led away. Misgivings unspoken he joined his companions. His face covered over in a mansion high. Outside the children gazed in wonder. At the quickening sky then slowly disbanded. Thirty-nine wandering souls. Adrift among the stars. Thirty-nine human hearts. Led led away. His burning skin cooled by angels. Swallowing sorrows excretion. It's all excretion. Felled by his hand of the mind of another man. Who makes the decisions. Lends no provisions for mere eternal rides. Learning of course every alien force. Even Christ yearns to be. To possess the skin. And bone the blood of man. Who tends the flock who breaks the bread. Who makes his own choices. Won't listen to voices. Accept no false teachers. False preachers good deeders. With their hands out stretched. To be filled with your money. Your mind your heart your imagination. Sympathy empathy. Acknowledge all man as fellow creation. But don't follow him