THE LOOKOUT
Imperious Self beyond self that I call my soul
Climb up into the crow's-nest.
Look out over the changing ocean of my days
And shout down to me whither to change my course.
Warn me of the reefs and bergs:
Warn me well of the mirages:
—No, I cannot release you: you cannot rest,
There is no one I can trust in your place.
Climb up into the crow's-nest.
Look out over the changing ocean of my days
And shout down to me whither to change my course.
Warn me of the reefs and bergs:
Warn me well of the mirages:
—No, I cannot release you: you cannot rest,
There is no one I can trust in your place.
