The sky keeps on weeping   The sun is sleeping   Don't wake the moon   The light would show the cracks in her face      The earth on its ancient last legs   Wobbles round the sun   Like a drunk around a lamp post   And I shut my mouth sore from cursing   And my eyes that are tired of seeing      If I could shake off this feeling   Of being guilty for living   Of never doing what others wanted   Of simply being inconvenient      Then suddenly the sun could warm me   To the marrow of my skeleton   My mind could ride the breezes   Hover and flutter in the cold air