Sorry tonight, the road was long and dark And I could not see my friend, or at least her face, in my mindβs eye. Sorry, I guess, for being numb and devoid, and yet my apology is a feeling, thus I hope yet.
Itβs been so long that I do not mind lying, though by truth I had better yet set that down, for I canβt keep track of myself, a mess Iβve already become.
Yet things are not so bad, not so barren as the tough vine, I wake up every morning and, bless fate, I have a means to follow, that means within my heart. Were that means ever to die, may my heart beat again that I may reform some new means, one away from fate, one made within the realm of honesty, where my agency resides.