I can see him at the far-away table
With those of his kind and nature...

I see a mountainous wall
Too high to dare climbing...

The world is spinning out of control
It never stops spinning...

It's all I know how to do
It's all that I have always done...

On that day in August
I received an august visitor...

I had stopped being confused,
Re-accepting my Saviour and his light...

Passing through the gates of indifference
It is no easy task, for Hercules even...

Easily seen in my eyes is the glaze
When on your perfect face I gaze...

Yearning for the years off
I wait for it to come someday...

Left behind by time
I am far behind by all standards...