Once I had freedom to move
So I moved through the world
With a bag and a girl
In a pair of flip flops
In a ragged straw hat
With no sense of danger

A tourist inspired
Indulged or admired
Sometimes desired
An esteemed visitor
And although I was strange
I was never a stranger

Now I'm confined to my flat
All I do is think back
To my days of being free
How I'd move through the world
With a bag and a girl
And nothing constrained me

Movement, you were my all
You made me rise, made me fall
Set me loose when I'd lose
You made the difference I'd choose
Before the end of the world
Before the fail of our falling
Movement, the sea where I swam
You were my master, my plan
You put my life on your lines
And your journeys defined
Who I was and might be
And there was no horizon

Now there's no movement at all
All I do is recall
My obscure vagaries
All my days of being free
How I moved through the world
And there was nothing to stop me

Movement I'm wasting away
In the Medusa gaze
Of the sickening sun
Casting glistening rays
Like the bars of a cell
On the floor of my kitchen

Where is the land beyond lands
Where I can walk on the sands
Where the islands are curves
The curves I deserve?
I know I've been here before
Though maybe I only dreamed it
Where is the city of stairs
The city of layers
The city of prayers
Souks and bazaars
Where I can find what I need
Before I even know I need it?

Movement, you were my all
You made me rise when I'd fall
You let me loose when I'd lose
You were the difference I'd choose
Before the end of the world
When there was no horizon