'goodbye'

I said no to the man, and made my own bed I cut my own trail, with eyes straight ahead In debt to myself, but thankful to all My words freely spoken, their verdict my call I beat my own rhythm, on multiple drums I structured the lyrics, to sing and to hum The nighttime began, what the mornings forgave A living refusal, my back to the grave The years have renewed, all memories collide What was old, what was young, the truth and the lies A comet yet burning, new verse in the sky One word still an orphan, and homeless, —‘GOODBYE’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)