Look upon the trust Am scared of my shoulders Left or right Which to lean on. I sweat of coldness In coughless hunger My friend is my own spy I taste thee from my tongue The see the shadow weaponed Bright smiles that stumb As they navigate my hopes in words. See you have shared my cross But you awarded me more weight Like to accompany me to the grave, Will i turn back or pace up Am filled with pity and you in anger I wish to draw a line to see ends meet Though you unclothed my sensitivity I walk blind amidst my wishes I recall not thd sound of my whistle I cant teach you to be lucky I can be an admiration in your desert The thorn in your bleeding arm to quench your thirst.