She is twelve and I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away
She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone yet Silence And there is nothing
That we'd rather share Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare But she's already twelve and I am
Just a child WARM AND SHY She's so OLD Than was me, young and free, there and then Now in the hotel room I lie wondering who I am Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning Finding out at last that freedom is A STATE OF MIND
But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind .finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind.
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