v1.1 January 01, 2023
Those days, our ancestors’ days,
dreams would come to the huntsman
The antelope
Offering itself before the kill
“It’s okay, my time has come
And anyway you must fully live”
These days, our worrisome days
the dreams still come
The anxiety
But we don’t know it’s offering itself
“Here I am, put me to rest
And it’s okay to fully live”