Adam

In the dawning, wakening hour He'll lift his head and brush his eyes with gentle strokes That will only blindly mislead him Into the first day of creation which he only sees in limitation Now he sits upon his empty bed His heart is warm, his heart is full and he can see But it is impossible for him to retain me For his arms are without form, he cannot know the word As his mind cries out absurd Now he's standing inside the doorway He is afraid but he believes all that he sees on the floor Where everything is merging And pictures he sees are tragic as he begins to believe in magic Now he lies down in a hole Down in the ground where it is cold and now he knows Now he realizes his biggest mistake That he never had to grow old, and he never had to grow cold and die