Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,. He looks into the future and remembers what is past,. Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,. Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel..
Sometimes you feel so far away,. Distanced from all the action of the play,. Unable to grasp significance,. Marking the plot with diffident dismay,. .
There's a house with no door and I'm living there. At nights it gets so cold. And the days are hard to bear inside.. There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,.