Begin now Begin...
If you don't start you won't finish
Wind it up my hero dash to it
Get out on the highway
It is no more dangerous out there
Than in here drowning in your coffee spill
Heave away your matches my lover
They will only burn your fingers
There is no light in darkness
No thrill in safely knowing
That all is well within
Your personal hideaway
Spit on your right hand
Grasp it with your left
Draw in some cold deep deep breaths
Take that chilling next step
Crouch hand over brow
Go out into it now
It is all out there waiting mon ami
Life more life and a little death as well
For like the priest said at the end of mass
When its over its over- my child
And the church was empty
And so my lovely, my old friend
You will soon return to me with stories
Of adventures true you could never dream of
Of places I have never seen
Things I have never done
Strong in your knowledge of it all
Smiling, my hero, knowingly
Perhaps hiding a broken wing
Or a sad moment only you remember
But you would have done it my old mate
Made yourself some magic and me a little jealous.
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