Waterbaby

He prays for understanding
 He's on a fucking mission
 Hasn't got a field to land in
 Hasn't got a pot to piss in
 Greedy for some huge connection
 Not gonna live forever
 Never tell him he can't have it
 Now he wants it more than ever
 Stacked urges, novel vices
 Night of the soul, etcetera
 These dubious devices
 Are now his raison d'etre
 I watch him by the river
 He's like a reed in Autumn
 Not ready to deliver
 Not ready yet for the post-mortem
 My little waterbaby
 Stands in a field of ruins, says:
 "When do we fly again?"
 No word for what he's doing
 My hungry little savage
 Bright as a burning building
 Turns on himself again
 Nothing he loves is worth pursuing
 Better untried than found defective
 Better unhinged than unselective
 Better messed up than compromised
 Better ignored than not emphasized
 Better lie low than get infected
 Better rot down than be dissected
 Better bound up than paralyzed
 Better the devil you recognize
 Better untried than found defective
 Better unhinged than unselective
 Better messed up than compromised
 Better ignored than not emphasized
 Better lie low than get infected
 Better rot down than be dissected
 Better bound up than paralyzed
 Better the devil you recognize
 Creature of wind and weather
 Caged in a cheap museum
 Dust coats the eagle's feathers
 It'll break your heart to see them
 He has the right to bear it
 And still he fears to show it
 What kind of eye to see it
 What kind of heart to know it?
 My little waterbaby
 Stands in a field of ruins, says:
 "When do we fly again?"
 No word for what he's doing
 My howling little monster
 Bright as a burning building
 Turns on himself again
 Nothing he loves is worth pursuing