she is twelve i m only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows parents away she asks me have i been touched have i done the thing with anyone yet silence a shy no and there is nothing that we d rather share than that bodily warmth if we d dare but she s already twelve and i am just a child warm and shy she s so old already twelve and i am only ten than was me young and free there and then now in this hotel room i lie wondering who i am never quite as sure after a life of questioning finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind but still not knowing how to get along with this mankind finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind