His name was Heem
He had a dream
His back was off the wall
Outside the gleam
Of his dream
Heem felt mighty small
He’s not caught in a cast-out kingdom
Oh no not at all
He’ll tell you ‘bout it
If he’s gotta shout it
The trick is to start to crawl
Was that Heem
You thought you’d seen
Raving on the street?
Was that Heem
Who sang so sweet?
You threw coins at his feet
He’s not a dot in the midst of millions
Some cold old far star
A code of flashes
In passing fashions
You don’t know how close you are
(Did you hear?
Is it clear?
It’s all here)
Another scene
You seem to see
A glimpse of Heem again
A mirror’s gleam
Familiar as a friend
Don't get caught in the big distinctions
If it’s him or you
We take our places
And we find our faces
Any one for sure will do
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