Twenty seven yearsam I old?am I young?am I wise?am I dumb?
Digging up morning with a spade by way of
Follow me, Amma!
There are nooks to explore and flowers to pluck.
It must have been your naivenessAnd how you walk so carelessWith everything but pleasing a man on your conscience
Let silence be the words,
Let words be the light,
Fear say I no,
Love though I bow
What happens,
When excitement meets patience?
Which words should I use?
Forever or never?
Don’t do this, don’t do that.
What is this? What is that?
You never saw my fade,