Careless steps have taken him
To the intersection of light and fantastic
For "tripping is the sport of younger men"

For all gathered here, we spectate
Until our eyes have pierced the darkness
To witness the most unattainable dreams

He is thin, pale around the eyes and lips
The world weighs heavy on his heart
As the pressure slowly suffocates him

He hastens to his feet, nimble as the men of yore
Releases his tongue from the clasp of his teeth
And finds a song, rusted over by years of silence