Wipe the wetness from my brow,wash the tears from glasses, so normal for me now,so alone but will soon join the masses,No pain no gain,all those distant silly phrases,Have become so in tune with the strain,recognize everything has just happened in phases,It just sits there staring,beckoning calling,glaring,the mask so long ago removed,now I no longer acknowledge the pain,to greet them with my old strength they never understand the truth that I hide,what will I win  in the end? Rick