Reply #2: Ramona, come closer

[bobthedrummer]

shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness shall pass
as your senses will rise.
The flow'rs of the city, tho breath-like,
get death-like at times,
an' there's no use in tryin' t' deal with the dyin'
tho I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
as to be under the strength of your skin,
your magnetic movements
still capture the minutes I'm in,
but it grieves my heart, love,
to see you tryin' to be a part of
a world that doesn't exsist;
it's all just a dream, Babe,
a vacuum, a scheme, Babe,
that sucks you into feelin' like this.

I can see that your head
has been twisted and fed
by worthless foam from the mouth,
I can tell you are torn
between stayin' and returnin'
on back to the south,
you've been fooled into thinking
that the finishin' end is at hand,
yet there's no one to beat you,
no one t' defeat you
'cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I've heard you say many times
that you're better'n no one
an' no one is better'n you,
if you really believe that,
you know you got
nothin' to win, and nothin' to lose,
from fixtures an' forces an' friends
your sorrow does stem,
that hype you and type you,
makin' you feel
that you must be exactly like them.

I'd forever talk to you
but soon my words,
they would turn into a meaningless ring,
for deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring,
everything passes
everything changes,
just do what you think you should do,
as someday maybe,
who knows, Baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you.

(Bob Dylan, 1964 M. Whitmark & Sons)

;-)