“On the Way to a Few Illusions, I Stole a Broken Record”

I want to be too humble for these words, but I don’t think they can function like that.

Yes, yes. No, no.

Anything more than this is outrageous. Anything more than this is too sad to say.

In these words is a pettiness that expects the absolute truth, but what is left are simply illusions.

We forget who we are.

The way both out and in is to be a broken record.

Amor. Amor. Amor.

This is not my invention.

Sinner, I stole it from God, and God caught me and had mercy and gave it to me anyway!

Amor. Amor. Amor.

This is all I want to sing. This is all I want to say.

I want to be too humble for these words:

Amor. Amor. Amor.