man gets tired
spirit don't
man surrenders
spirit won't
man crawls
spirit flies
spirit lives
when man dies
man seems
spirit is
man dreams
spirit lives
man is tethered
spirit is free
what spirit is man can be
now
we tread the fresh fields,
the higher grounds and the summer slopes
that man may someday climb on
now we tread the fresh fields
the higher ground and the summer slopes
that man may someday climb on
we're on the heels of Rimbaud
we are in the swing
chandelier-like dancing
and we feel everything
high on the wine of life
high on the wine of life
untethered and free
untethered and free
what spirit is man can be
Phekkin'A Brizer.
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