I feel so light inside Caught in the early fall My advice for a tolerable life Take this world and describe The shorthand of recluse writers And their passing works The absence of books It's the ideas that time will Always recycle No TB or habit for lines My lungs work fine Writing lyrics on the back of a magazine By my bed, in the light of computer screen As if I'm the drama As if I'm cinema I feel so light inside Letting the cold air later Keep your friends close But keep the ocean closer There's sometimes a beauty in glass here There's so much glass here Refracting the lacking Restlessness it cycles My evenings recycle