How are you?

                                Aye,          I do,
                                       nose
                              an
                           ­          aye  for
                                  an         eye
cry
Yes, that is the price,
Yes I understand what you mean when you say
I am fine, really,
I am fine, please don't ask me because I am fine.
The price of sorrow,
a weak of mournings.

No contact, and no direction towards, four words
forwards, she is gone. For now. Just go and make a fire
blaze the hope, **** the glory
no hearts to make one,
only whole,
no quest to shun,
You cannot control
who you blow to,
or when you catch a light
such is fire with a care
I control not the flow but the temperature