Folly

Folly, I was falling

I was taller than I wanted to be

Hollow, swallowed, I was following

You were faster than a gelding

In my mind you're a crow

A spirit animal I am wont to know

But I don't want to be responsible

Molding, I was folding

Your clothing in some kind of dream

Loving, I was hovering

I was flipping, fleeting, doving

In my dreams you're a bathtub running

You are warm and tender and bubbling

Oh, you are cold and bristling and struggling