But i know my own face
i know who i am thats my flood gate my fence
to hang on to when some one tells me i am welcome
I have my own back-pack and sun screen and essay
I know that i know me and in this body i will be
ever so simply for the moments that need stalling
continously a circle
This is light post stroll time, walk backwards pause
on hill times for far away as i can be from the future of you.