Emilia

Around a futile exercise yard, try to guard your fears, no need to spin them far, light a path to heaven, sail within the atmosphere, inside this smoky hazy pen, sew clothes for lonely spars, know what's good for tears, how to play your part, it brings a strsnge presence, to find everything that's here, keep Junk at a distance, fold a blanket beneath the stars, pictures become suddenly clear, dream of railway boxcars, no need for quilted linen, sunlight shifts on the pier, liberty is there for asking, your time is coming near.