I am just a grain of herbicide-crusted sand stuck inside a baby's eye.
and it frightens you that I intend to stay that way.
I am perfectly content inside my coffee cup, in between the covers of my notebook.
Does it frighten you I need nothing else, nobody else, nowhere else?
Put me in the path of a moving train, and I'll escape, cos that's the way I wrote my life.Testing fate at the flick of a pen.
My notebook and I will move like chess pieces across the board.
Knowing, we will never be stolen.