I think you’ve got me mixed up

I think you’ve got me mixed up when you tell me to let die the sweet, deep longing for wind and sand, for wildness and those pure desires that shine beside the waves and foam under the burning sky of fire. I think you’ve got me mixed up.

Further down the water, along the line of dreams, my heart is born again at noon. I’m just a child, naked and free— only a man standing by the sea. Further down the water, along the line of dreams.

Where are you fellows taking me? I don’t come here often enough. Your road is bright, empty, and hard. All I need is a little love. Where are you fellows taking me?

I’m pushing for a better life— poorer, perhaps, but clear and true. I won’t let any dice decide my steps, my thoughts, my words, my mood. I’m pushing for a better life.

I think you’ve got me mixed up. Further down the water, along the line of dreams. Where are you fellows taking me? I’m pushing for a better life.

J.S.