And so because the child was wrapped in a cocoon of dreams br His mind hell-bent in following the drumbeats of adventure br Which like and unrelenting typewriter tapped the script yet br to unfold-A mystery of tomorrows. br I stood with a flag tied to my prick, br Swearing on ten stacks of Bibles and by Eternity's Name br That I would never leave her-And so on I followed br To the border of lust and love br Or wherever the tide br might lead me. br br I swore by the God of the heavens and Lucifer below br And again I swore by Heaven's Name as love so called raged on. br For lust it was, fanned by alcohol's insidious charm br Now many years later, having followed to the border br of lust and love-Or wherever the tide has led me, br The mad rush has grown quiet, and the inner room br made clean for recollection br I neither remember her name nor the sight of her br The adventure now past-At this time barely a memory br Like an unmarked grave in Potter's Field- A stone with no name br Crying out from chambers of dream-and of mind, br I've long been forgotten-I've long been forgotten. br br And as the shadows ceased wailing, only the present survived br With so many mountains to climb-So many more rivers to swim br Why follow this mysterious power-To create someone in the br image of someone they're not.