What will I do when I can't go home? What will I do when I become the pen and the books? I am a horse, a frog, an alien, I want to change, change, change, change. Angel, we use your term too often- Hide your halo in the back of the closet for an hour Or your wings, but then you can't fly. What will I do when my pillows are feathers? What will I do when it rains? I still want to live in the world others are living in- I am still not comfortable in my stupidity. My head is living above the clouds anyway, it won't matter I am making my nest in nothingness between the blue. "Red sky at night, shepherd's delight- Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning." And so the roof is on fire- where will I go? Tell me where I need to go.
