If I had or did or wanted not for all that can’t be changed,
If I flew more, knew more, dreamt a lot of all I could be named.
If I flew more, knew more, dreamt a lot of all I could be named.
My soul would die while chained at tide and swallowed by the sea.
My words would lie to all who tried to know what would be me.
For the I who dwells within the walls of doubtless faith and shame,
Must find the one most trusted route that is worth of my name.
To Living Unabridged…..
Jayne
