I have no furniture But Marisol her Broad back as it were A sort of sofa for One who needs no more Or I rest on Bowser No matter to mind And even if it did Having left behind Having gotten rid Of what got rid of me Having to have not Having not to be free I have got to be Not the rest the best what I came to be to find What became of me Where yesterday hid What I know when I see As reality For tomorrow today To be destiny Then found there now somehow I found how this way Dogs are best to rest on When the rest is gone +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII