Just once I’d like to be a
danger
To something in this world,
Be hunted by cops
And forced into hiding in the
mountains,
Since if they left me on the
streets
I’d turn the country around,
Changing everyone’s mind with
a word.
But I’ve lived so long a
quiet life,
In a world I’ve made small,
That even my own mind changes
slowly.
I’m a danger only to myself,
Like the daydreaming night
watchman
Smoking his cigar
Near the dynamite shed.
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