..And i saw it coming near
that one leap of unfortunate fear
yes, fear is the sound in my ear,
knowing this could turn into tear.

Napkins are unrolled in a sheer,
prepared until the end of the year.
without a whisper, nor a cheer,
nor handicap from every peer.

they grab a cup, pour coffee and stir,
"why everybody is mingling here?"
yes it's crazy, ridicule and jeer,
All is pain, in this life support gear.

All of these! what for my dear?
It made my lips very dry and sear.
Everything's reversed, i saw my mere,
holding on hopes, all their prayers I'll  hear