But mind the beach alone
Is difficult so I'll come with you.
Trust me. Besides I need a vacation too.
Your tangled nerves are breaking down;
My vocation change is due.
You know, now, it's just me.
He's gone, left. I aim to find out
If I can make it, when ghosts roam my house.
Come, though. The sun and I will walk;
The two of us, we will have the moonlit hours.
Could anyone predict the irony?
I came along to help you start
Anew, but you're too coiled
To hear - while you were at the mart
These two Jamaicans pounded me apart!
No, body, that is not my view at all.
It seems that pain is from within.
I see; you hurt. Okay.
So what? For these are not real men.
Instead, let's look ahead, and have some fun.
Forgiveness is blinded by
Illuminated loneliness.
I guess it's different though with you and me;
While I am no Hippolyte
I think you owe one big apology.
Well, yes, I see your point.
You are my flesh; I am your brain.
So this quarrel, I do not want it.
It's true: if you are dead, I can't live.
I think it's best we pack our things, and leave.
