Now I have always wondered. How can I stand upon your shoulders, look around and around and round and not see a thing? It always seemed
confusing. Your jokes are never amusing. You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing. We could fall below and never make a sound. The truth is frightening
now. Will we ever get out? You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened. By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much. I wipe the dust off of my
face. It’s all that’s left of my dreams misplaced. I find it hard to believe you could take much more.