AMIR KNEZEVIC - STRANGER TO REASON

Glastonbury Festival, '94

Hounds of doubt and wolves of despair haunt me
through the marshes and swamps of this life unique;
beseeching me at every meadow of hope for this soul given to Me,
pouring down like rain on me and onto the soil
where feet lay; loose stride, bad vision
Fever, a friend, unlike all, hugged and nursed me
through fear
against the fabric of death;
Aye, I proud have died inside, on several occasions;
when ambition and lust for life left me, the truest
traitors;
Could have it been I the one to have left, to
contemplate, rather cunningly,
The Great Treason?
The final plot to assassinate Me within the I!
Making firstly the I redundant of wit, leaving Me
completely
a stranger to reason.