Long Slide - Uncle Ho

Moving inside a structure of restraint and doubt

A state of torpor induced by what the code allows

Grant me one wish and I will bag that set of rules

Let’s break the wishbone, let’s break the rules that govern you

I’m a creature in great shape and thus I spend my days:

A grey thought in a grey shade, folding into a light-filled space

The long slide, the long slide

I’m going down the long slide

My trail of star dust

Was once the fabric of my life

I’m coming back to what I know