Baptised through the grapevine,
And from the maps that I'd followed,
Came the thoughts that I'd borrowed.
A bitter pill I swallowed,
Plagiarised my reactions,
All my life an abstraction,
But if I'm more than memories,
That space that time demands?
I'm back from everywhere,
The thoughts that lead me there.
Turned my back on the drama,
I threw away all my armour,
The time that space demands?