Crack-brained you devote a view
You combine what happened to you
Your sight to decide what's for you the right
And nothing matters
Handle your life with a kind of illusions
Hope and fear becomes a fusion
There is no jailer
Is there a prison
Relate a poem for the scene
To get into a presence
A bulwark of human decisions
To push you aside
There is no hand so try a way
You are alone
That's the difference
Keep in contact with ideas
Keep in contact with your eyes
You know they put you off
So take a chair take a desk
What's the report
Desolation will force you
Leave your hiding place
And I keep your arms around
A salvation of trust
And desolation is your loss