In it comes From lonely Universe Trading stories, Guessing which is worse... To be alone or stuck with just one's Self Or unsufferable The ever constant whim It trickles easy From a glass I'm glad we've got this time Here at the last Can I borrow your ear For a moment, Dear That thing that you claim that You DON'T fear??? Is getting ever near...here... It comes From loneliness She's in her favorite... Trading stories...which is worse To be born free?? Or asleep in curse?
