Let me tell you something: there's no beat of the drum
but hear the hum. You're defeated by the people and the process that made you the fiercest by fire and the coolest by trade, and all the signs that play you are one; it's always leaving as it comes, a natural law (hear it in the floor, it's natural law). Though friends lie and deny that they're even afraid, it's easy to hear it in everything they say. Still, the small miracle you met them out of everyone is to hold in your head at the point where you're done. You could finish and start in one breath, and put it all to d**h. I'll never give into it next time round. I know you follow my aim: I tell you how it is for me, and hear you saying the same.