I bring manuals for everything
Except for whatever comes
With the gift of forgetting
While life gives me feet to twist
I brought the house on my back
I know what's waiting for me
Only the future eludes me
I bend guilt, dodge fault
I sleep in revolt, yet I stand upright
I break plates, sweep the shards
I arm my hands for punches and for hair strokes
I make shortcuts and curlicues
There I catch myself on the tracks
I forget mourning and go in white
They only give me a discount if I do worse
I ring the wrong doorbell
Always at the right time for switches
I know how to be a redhead and I know rage
Fire-color revives whoever dies of love
I dodge fights and go to battle
Fingers on the baton, egos to conduct
I bring abundance just right
Living doesn't always cost
I already know the meaning of all this
Who speaks most is who is
I head toward the mystery
I live in leaps of faith!