Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin’ high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I, proud ‘neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now Girls’ faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy To memorizing politics of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though somehow Ah, but I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I’d become my enemy in the instant that I preach My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now