I am that young soul
Among the old soul
I am that full life
Among the half-life
I am that lover
Among the good love
I am here to rediscover
Among the undercover
I am that leaf in the fall
That leaf of a still silent call
I am that there thief in this here way
That thief for whom silence comes to pray
I am that white cloud
In the mostly blue sky shroud
I am that freedom found
That freedom to walk on solid ground
I am that paddler in the stream
The paddler with the lucid dream
I am that escapist from the seam
Escaping to where or when I seem
I am that certainty of moments
Certain in almost all of the moments
I am that old man growing older
I am that bright light, the one-time foot soldier
