Guess what year I wrote this little rhyme?
Declaration of 1974
I’m driving the demons out of my room
and burning bridges in my head.
I’m sweeping the monsters out the door with a broom
and pronouncing my enemies dead.
I’m joining the circus,
getting up off the floor,
I’m watching the past fade away.
I’m helping the ocean
make waves on the shore,
then I’ll be like the sun making day.