How can this be me?
Sitting awake inside my tent
With these beautiful lives calling out to me,
This beautiful music all embracing me,
This wonderful living world thriving around me.
How can this be?
How can this be me?
I lay awake last night
As you called out to me from the depths,
Your chuckle and whistle swimming around my tent,
The fragrance of every smoking goodness
Ingested into the soul of man.
And I was so far out, I was so far out. I was a merman in the depths.
How can this be me? I am afraid, I am floored, I am humbled but stubborn.
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