She posed the question like a riddle
I answered with silence
She walked out of the wooden door
I answered again with silence
I walked for thirty years
I saw everything that the eyes could bear
At the end of this blank trek
I tried to win her back
At the moment of conquest I faltered
Like a lake with a pin drop of rippling water
I am not a man
I am not a man
I am not a man
To start walking the same again
Tis' a trick of time to be that lame
For comfort is for the weak as is pain
Apologetic for one's misfortunes is like tying your shoes
With no hands
The sand is wet from the Fall rain
The sun is out with the sounds of horror in the air
We are something out of dream
As well as
A nightmare