Oh the parts we do play
with such candor we walk
astray across the unfathomable
scene to toss our luck
in the closest heart we see
each branded step you take
in memory - towards me

Now - if it would happened thus
the actors are solely made
up in clouds with fairy dust
and not as honest with
"Come what may!"
how can we ever see
the betrayal of trust - so
swept away...

Perhaps there was no plan
after all - life remains a mystery
to shadows and light
we turn, against all trickery
we find ourselves in flight
a van most proud henceforth
against the sky
just gentle tiny drops
passing by