All your life all you ever wanted was
A young Bob Dylan;
A rebel child, beautiful, sired from
A fractured home, formed so
That his wandering heart
Was itself his own. And he would
Take you deep down into the truths,
And sing on banks of gentle waters,
Ignite the spirit within you,
And you would wander too,
For all your life that's what you'd do.

And you might settle for something
Close, might lay your hand inside
A rough palm, remember a psalm,
And decorate your room with the
Fragments of all you once knew.
You'd hear the words wailing inside
A speaker, and wonder of that
Longing voice, and when he chose
To make the choice,
To choose to filter the whole of life,
And think about it later.