Do you know who you are? I don't know who I am, though I have a name to tell me who I am. Without a name I would be no one. Do you know me? If you don't do not worry I hardly know myself.
If I could fly with wings I would soar ten thosand feet in air. I would be a flying wonder, a diving bird of paradise. Channel all your energy, invent a reason to believe, sometimes I am febble, I have no heart but ice, I have no lungs but water. Carry me to the otherside of you, I want to touch your love, and be made in you. I want to be a part of you, swimming in your carriage of sweetness.
It has been a while since I last heard from you, dearest, do you want me to explode into tiny pieces after a mushroom cloud? Do you see red, I am a forest, do you see green? Comfort the troubled heart, I am alone, give me the key to heaven, you are my queen, my soft cloud, my blanket in a cold night.
Forever I search for you in the green tundra when the night is full of breeze and whispers a soothing language. Night, night the darkness seems to comfort me, give me no lamp light, I have the stars for compasses, I have the owl's hoot as my song. Redness, is not evil, it is more than good, it is you, it is what feeds you, it is what clothes you and gives your skin warmth. I love you more than I can say, though at times you say I smoother you, I attack your dainty mouth and leave you gasping for air.
I want to be you, can I? Can I feel a depth so you can be a channel of ten thousand waters of warmth, a crystal stream of pureness? I have lost the way, somebody is the truth, show me the way to find the truth. If green fields are filled with purple heather can you help me pick all the flowers? The lamb is white and fluffy, listen to the tune of shepherd. Am I the monster sheep, the paradise lost, the fountain of youth? Seek not to find me for I am air, I am red ruby, I am a soft gentle stroke, touch me good you sexy thing. Here is wisdom, summon the gods, this son of earth will make a jump into a crater of one hundred feet, save this son from death. I am but a loner, comfort the white light of snow, I am a tragic one, a cog without a wheel, a brainer without a brain, a train without a track. Here is the secret and listen well, I am no wonder, I am nothing but dust, I am son of no one, a have no name.