What face will I wear today?
What place will I dare to stay?
Too long have I stood and stared
At questions and despaired.

What answers will be got today?
What prayers will be thought today?
Too short are the words in both
And too little is their worth.

What game will time play today?
What shame will lies say today?
Too similar is their hurt
When I lose for being curt.

What length will I travel today?
What strength will I have null today?
Too weak are my bare footprints
Where they tread with sordid hints.

I'll never know
Whatever show
I'm meant to play;
Knee bent, I pray.