I’ve traveled far, I’ve seen war I’ve seen the sea ships roam I’ve come back now from afar There’s just no place like home.
I touched the fireand I felt the burnbut in my dreams,there’s one thingI learned;
When I was young,I knew a lot about the world;I knew about babies, andwalking home alone, and howthe busy streets of Moroccosmelt on…
Who are you?Where are you?
Put out that burning, kill that fire, quit that senseless searching;it’s an endless quagmire, only tiring, and stop that hopeless yearning.
I refuse and reject the notionthat for all the forward motiona man is not as nobleas any other (lesser?) animal — I see a man…