Billie

When you start to say, ask why I swim alone, please give me a break, you sit on the wire, won't make a run, not like me a flyer, not a second to waste it's lonely on stones, you have to keep pace, not listening to the cryers, if my bed’s rough-hewn, movement calms all desires, gives me this day, not some bungalow, where you can bray, we're not Greek Sapphires, who shine to atone, draw air to their fire, life is a holiday, far from this quagmire, don't worry about fame, to know we're going.