Hey, you there -
. . . listen to me. Listen.
. . . Listen, just listen.
I've got a song to sing, a story, tell
between heaven's muses and the angels in hell
. . . not caught up in the corner office
he's the stranger walking free
. . . across the frozen river side,
. . . heading straight for me.
Pause. Stop and stare.
. . . don't scare so easy, child
what's with the eyes - no wilderness inside
could have prepared you
. . . have you scared yourself enough
what's tougher -
. . . this riddle or your hide?
. . . want to see -
. . . . . . won't take but a moment, won't it?
this is when you freeze
. . . when you meet his eyes
. . . . . . you hit your knees
and beg
. . . for your life
. . . . . . to be taken
. . . . . . to be shaken up
. . . . . . brought back in style
stay a while
. . . no glimpse of passing time
not a half-assed rhyme
. . . that flees direction
no protection left to be sought
only pains - bought and taken
. . . you're mistaken if you think for an instant
that anything else could happen
. . . just hold it
not my hand -
. . . your breath
let go - it's slowly seeping through
your seams
. . . dripping.
dips off moments of life,
. . . just enough to question
if this protection you sought
. . . will really be enough
if w'ere just blind man's bluffing fate, now,
. . . and how
. . . . . . else would we know?
