I was in my painting
Walking down the street
When I found the seaside
I changed into a stick...

I rolled into the sea
My face became flat
The sea grew with flowers
And they all kicked me out...

My half face with sea-shell
The other half green
I don't know for sure -if
I am in a dream...

I walk in the dark rain
My face clears like snow
I see my reflection
With two sharp horns
that grow...

I run home...home again
My horns are now grown
My face is wild, in sin -
Wild is my little home...