Many nodes…come pressing me
each one could chain me or set me free
I’m born to wonder all my life
if I’ll live or die by this knife.
Rose at my aching door whispers sweet to me.
I feel her love like a warmth deep inside of me
but then my daily dreams speak to me,
“You wake up every morning, free!”
I play my music, love my loves
and ache inside of me.
gallagher
9 January 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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