Down between the walls of shadow
Where the iron laws insist,
     The hunger voices mock.

The worn wayfaring men
With the hunched and humble shoulders,
     Throw their laughter into toil.

The man you thought you would marry,
the man you'd have two kids and a house with?

He's no longer that man,
and the dream is no longer possible.

You have to leave it behind now...
                  build another one,
                            on your own,
                                       without him in the picture.

We poets,
We never die,
We never get old,
or is a thing of time.
Time is with us,
Because we set times,
we decide when time move,
and when it moves...
We move for an eternal time...