Cataclysmic if it were so
They want it to be so
To prove it is so
All the young who love dancing
Their long hair streaking
Wildly searching faces
Blind with the wish to see
Senseles with the wish
To feel themselves and the others
How simple
What you see
Words we've known
Since babyhood
Is me
But how cataclysmic
If it were so
They writhe their bodies
Shut their blind eyes tight
And make a closed circle
By holding hands
To keep out all
The old cold ones like us
Who've never
They think
Confronted one another
Comforted one another
This way the world gets on
By dreaming
What can't be possible
Believing that it is
Making it so
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