There will come a morning unconfined.
Remember the length of life.
Go to the window that looks out on the dream of the world,
your friends with their bodies, dreaming of you back.
Remember: the length of life,
the childhoods of ambitions and young loves,
your friends with their bodies, dreaming of you back,
the wild animal of Earth panting under the weight of it.
The childhoods of ambitions and young loves
turn into mistakes, turn into the terrors of memory,
the wild animal of Earth panting under the weight of it.
It cannot just be this; it will not just be this.
Turn into mistakes. Turn into the terrors of memory.
Go to the window that looks out on the dream of the world.
It cannot just be this; it will not just be this.
There will come a morning unconfined.