Show me the stage
I’ll give you my play
Give me your players
I shall flurry them with new words
You don’t have to look out of the window
Can’t you hear the key turning on your creaky door?
Your room is moist with old grimy tales
Your furniture sits with a Medusa smile
Let me clear the air and your wooden gaze
The street outside is dusty
But there’s light all along the way
Can’t you see there’s a full moon shining?
Give me your hand
And I’ll lead you to the cascade of liberty
There’s nothing behind left to shelter
Go shed your blue disguise and smile
For the time has come to let you run
Away from the cover of your desolate row!
