Behind you, Is a face who wants to catch Up and say “um” again, you may want to Escape. No need for dissipation again, No time to fall drunk and insane, Here are the expectations at your feet, Time’s ***** have ticked their tock and the face Is standing in socks. The Rain may fall or not as the wind rapes Your eyes...and hair -y nose. Aaaah, what a mess You say, today is not your day Today’s not any day, no blow nor Grace. The face leaps, Runs away.




















