trap me in a small space and show me how to live
tell me once and do another
make liars of us all
parents, teachers, children
teach one another ill
and send us into battle
up a hill, a hill, a hill
rolling a ball
small as the universe
gathered up to find it ourselves
to find ourselves
down
was it soaring or falling?
falling is free, free, free
I was high when I learned to weep
In love when first I mourned
Kicking and screaming when we were born
Our hearts and strings were bound
and bound to be
trapped in a universe
small as a ball
thinking we might live
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