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