Forked paths here we say farewell tine lines always parallel ground swells drag me to the light nerve cells pullulating life . . . Why should time be so on its own? Why fly over the unknowns? Why is now the only thing we’ll ever really own? Why should I never feel at home? Why climb valleys full of bones? Why is now the only thing we’ll ever really know? Loopholes opening the way thresholds turning over days . . . Why should time be so on its own? Why fly over the unknowns? Why is now the only thing we’ll ever really own? Why should I never feel at home? Why climb valleys full of bones? Why is now the only thing we’ll ever really know?