Why do I think that I’m exempt from certain fates? Why do I think That I’m different from others And separate from their struggles? Maybe because you were here with me And we faced the world together And we made a home With hard solid foundations. But with a huff and a puff Satan shook the skeleton The very structure The very innards And I felt the shiver And the dread that Perhaps nothing, And I mean Absolutely nothing lasts forever.
So it is in moments like these That I feel a pathetic kinship To the most desolate And The most desperate of man. Oh how small I am.