Strange Words

If I start with strange words

If I let my fingers lead

Would the truth slip out of me?

Would reason let me be?

If I wrote the same lines till I was half asleep

Would I wake to find the prayer

That reason keeps from me

That he hides from me?

Oh, I could write about the sea

And the many ways in which she moves me

I could sing about the wind

And the wild voice with which she calls me in

If I walked on far-off roads till I couldn’t feel my feet

Would reason give me rest in the collapse of dreams?

If I walked on far-off roads till I could barely breathe

Would reason give me rest in the collapse of dreams?

Sweet madness, take the lead

I could write about the sea

And the many ways in which she moves me

I could sing about the wind

And the wild voice with which she calls me in

But all that I can feel is a pull towards my bed

To quiet the conversation forever in my head

The wind keeps me up

The sea can’t be seen

Mother turns her back

I turn the key

Reason keeps me