The River of Time II

I’ll leave a day before I have to

And will seem cold or even mean

When I hold out to you my hand to

Say good-bye; this time I will mean it;

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From the museum you built around me

I cannot help but want to run:

I was born human, not an idol,

Frozen in place, forever young;

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I will walk quicker than I need to,

I will go farther than I must,

And on the banks of a misty river

I’ll make of twigs a bony hut;

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If on a dark night dies my bonfire,

My heart will set my flesh alight,

And smoke and fog will dance together,

And wood and bone will turn to dust;

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You, who were me, the one who tried to

Protect from flames that born to burn,

To put on a pedestal a human, to keep

From leaving what was gone,

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Don’t be afraid to live the moment

Of you and I becoming one

On the banks of a misty river

Under the early morning sun