I come down
And don't know
Who I was
Or where I was
I come down
And the tattoos
Of distant avenues
Litter my skin
Like the junk of fallen thieves
I come down
And I have myself
Been crucified
Against myself
Once again
On my knees
Once again
On my knees
Once again
On my knees
Once again
On my knees
Once again
On my knees
I come down
I come down
I come down
And belief is a residue
Of everything seeming man made
And none too pure
I come down
A cadaver
Hanging there in thin air
Like so many forgotten sons
Or bugs who just float thru thin air
I come down
And don't know
Who I was
Writing and saying things
That resemble
Just because
A madman
A saint
A trickster
A megalomaniac
A poet
And even
A human being
And even
A human being
On my knees
On my knees
On my knees
Once again
On my knees
On my knees
On my knees
Once again