Strange creatures circle the edges And their eyes are hungry and haunted One day their teeth shall glint dangerously And I know it very well For I shall be their meat Though I cannot imagine fear And I should feel something
Several people are asking me for help But I shall probably turn away For uncertainty clings to my head Like a monkey that cannot be shaken With claws in my eyes I try to see my way out But, of course, there is none And the demands on my name Echo where my conscience should be
Passengers come and go On my endless journey The landscape is familiar And occasionally a memory smiles and waves All too briefly, it seems I feel I ought to cry more But nothing seems to hurt as it used to Only my nakedness makes me cold