Wondering if I (have) will make it out of the cave I was placed before I die.
Won't you help me, dear friend? I cannot seem to recover, from the places I see and have never been. from what I hear but have never said. From what you tell me, I complain too much.
Then you turn to me, and say, it is the strong that keep us meek. The strong that keep us safe. When I tell you, without honey nothing is sweet, and no one has ever been safe.
And you turn, and I do, And we are both sitting in the same cave,