limbs might wail

you´ve still got time for that, they smile

have i been wrong, is there no rest

or is this not the place i thought

of course it´s not and here´s the bath

i am home or so they say

i guess this halt is halfway there

can´t stop the weep of secret reasons

so many things i´ve left undone

there´s the dining-room and we´ll make sure

that you will enjoy your stay

all those gentle. whispering people

nurse my body, make me feel older

and i´m glad that i can see

that i have lost my greatest thoughts

i´ve got nothing left since youth to grace

i am home, talking to others

not in any way like what i used to be

but evidently we´ve got something in common

as wail won´t leave our brittle bones

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