Laura Wright She dreamed good dreams of burdock
She rested in the moor
She danced across the arbor
And broke the latch on the door
She threw a stick of fire
Into the thatched hut
And when the fire died
She didn’t give up
She threw the stones in Eden
And slapped the only poor
And when she came even
She forgot to lock the door
Don’t open the window
Don’t clear your mind
You know what will happen
When you’re left behind
Leave me alone
I’m so tired of you
But you are the candle’s flame and I’m a moth
