I went to the lake
for a drink of freedom
Ah! how sweet its taste
I am glad I went
My release has been signed
I will pray for the next poor she-devil
taking my place on the shore
chasing her dream
of depths unspeakable
While in reality
only wading in gory shallowness,
Which, by choice,
And in her foolishness,
like me,
she fabricates into dreams.
By sheer, foolish, feminine choice.