God how I hate certain people
And I mean people who are certain (pause to relish the ambiguity - with certain people - in the former sense, I would have laughed immoderately at that)
But to return to the point at issue...

How can you do it?

Is it that you just don't see the river and its
Sort of random flow
No
You see the banks - the defining muddy fringed nevertheless
THERE
Edges of the page.
Cast it on the waters.



It was a beautiful meander
And I didn't mind
The lilt of you and all the sadness
You seem to need

But then the music that was lost in
And lost the more for knowing you
Changed

To that little growing major key

And in that the World was changed
And