Easy and composed
Retired in some place
Containing its mood
From urging its pace
Shoulders and neck
Are much more at rest
When numbers are small
And grasp you, i shall
And then
I breathe
Intone
And i rest...
Alone
I breathe
Intone
And i rest...
And then
I breathe
Intone
And i rest.
Alone,
I breathe
Intone
And i rest...
Fingers clasp, snap!
Was it my turn,
Add my tepid talk
To the rowdy flock
I care only to loose
Myself in reserve
If waves around clash
I leave in mild thoughts
And then
I breathe
Intone
And I rest.
Alone
I breathe
Intone
And I rest...
