I’m alone among people I know But never alone among strangers Inside a clown that’s hollowed by words Safe from all the dangers With half of a mind that owns nothing at all And the other half’s been trodden Dwells on things spoiled by time And the rest is almost forgotten Once a servant always a servant Be it civil or slave for each chore As you sit in a room With twelve angry men And smile as you tally the score This world is divided By the eyes and the mouth And the thin line that divides the blood Bad harbors worse And worse feeds the mad And nothing nourishes the good It’s time to give up such talk I’d chance the time to embrace silence When dreaming becomes the reason for sleep For it graces the soul with blindness I’ve given enough to those that have not Till I have nothing left to give And it matters not if nothing is returned For by death is the level we live And millions, upon millions, upon billions of stars Forever speckle the forbidden sea Just one blink or a wink or a smile is seen In the wilderness that lurks above me