Peter Hammill - What's It Worth

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What's it worth to be safe?

What's the way to be sane?

I could throw myself at the garden

On my hands,

Prune the lawn and mow the roses,

But I never understand

How to go

To ber free;

In the end I only want to be me.

Winter days here are mine;

Still, no bites, what's my line?

I could hurl myself to the bonfire

With all nerve,

Clear the path and weed the dead leaves,

But I really just don't have the nerve

To be part

If that scene

Is this just some kind of strange dream?

Think I'll walk to the sleep, where the people

Are so inquisite.

I could make it to the corner store and buy

A hoard of derivatives

Now.

Which way now... climb or coast?

Will my eggs ever poach?

I could throw myself in the frying pan

For the sake of my name;

Hit the road or smile hermetically,

But it's really never quite the same;

Every time a subtle twist,

I think I'll grab my plot

And simply exist

Or would that be

A subtle slash at my wrists?