And the future
It is my friend
We talk
We laugh
We stand
How couldn't we?
Degeneration
Scratching the palms of the world
Surprised
Where's the fear?
Where's all that tremble?
Am I kamikaze?
Yet
How could I be?
Frankly
Candidly
Speaking with the world
Setting the terms of the sheets
Through numbers and trees
Fires and places
I demand
I fight
I hear
I talk
I understand
I get
I see
I believe.