Somebody's shouting. Up at a mountain. Only my own words return. Nobody's out there. It's a deception. When will I ever learn?. . I'm alone here. With emptiness eagles and snow.
I'm living in this line, I know my place. Could think of no way of edging along in a loser's race. Oh, the line was moving slowly, day by night. Everybody's shuffling on to keep a place in the line.