Folly
I was falling
I was taller than I wanted to be
Hollow
Swallowed, I was following
You were fast than a gelding
In my mind you're a crow
A spirit animal
I didn't want to know
But I don't want to be responsible
Folding
I was folding
Your clothing in some kind of dream
Loving
I was hovering
I was swimming fleeting doving
In my dreams you're a bathtub running
You are warm and tender bubbling
You are cold and bristling and struggling