Mathilde

If trouble's in your blood, in this place of whispers, who says it does much good, rivers you can name, don't need a chorus, repeat them just the same, times they say you should, be prepared for this, or go nuts, they'll find another way, don’t do what they insist, their knowledge drives you crazy, maybe you need a hug, go away without a ship, rain that falls like dust, when you're free again, push the middle distance, make the Ocean your frame, ride their cool diagnosis, the worry in their lists, blow for tugs, choose to live.