I am oft devoid of gender
I cut the quick right to the sender
I sit and scuff my shoes
I am fate and I am tomorrow
I am light and I am sorrow
I usually steal instead of borrow
I sometimes sing the blues
I deceive the lie completely
I feather circles rising neatly
I conduct the road so sweetly
I’m ending on a whim
I am soft and I am dark
I betray lovers in the park
I light the flame with silent spark
I sometimes dream of him
I vanish foes without a trace
I sink into the abyss of space
I climb the mystic yellow face
I don’t know who I am
I am winter and I am spring
I give the phone a chance to ring
Til I let it burn like everything
I wait to give a damn.