Zena, you've squared your toes But your friendly nose, hangs around You're still a ballerina, everybody knows But your feet are on the ground But as the years go by and points comply With ever more relief Then patterns in repeat can begin
To have your children, your flock of birds Your branch among the wood You'll try to tell them, but you're lost for words 'Cause it's so absurd, how good And as those years go by they'll look upon you Kindly like a friend A pattern in repeat And never ends
Pullеd for meaning, I arched my back And then from thе black you were born Forward leaning at first, abstract You soon contract into form And now the time leaps by and starts to fly And only then can I see That we're patterns in repeat And we'll always be
