Here we go again, I dance through a fire when I remember to. Here we are again, blisters on my feet hurt like the embers do. I see you 'cross the way, putting on some shoes and thinking these things through. I see you walk away, going surely gone as the canary sings true. But everything's okay if that's what you say, in my memory and in your words today, as long as you are fine I'll make sure I get mine, a portion reminiscent of a more depressing time, only with the lense I painted on with age, but Now is just as real as letters on a page of a journal written by an ape inside a cage.