Interview with a Chichiman
So, where are you from?
I was someone else
And what is your story?
I was something pure
But when is your beginning?
I was one drop too little too much
Yet how did you get here?
I was the boy who rode the wind
brisk, newfangled, unsettled
Then who will save you now?
I am the sea unending, rhythmic, fearless
I will save myself.