Those who’re walking their winding path of life
over time more crooked due to concerns
and at it so completely alone, their fife
pitches high for support, a door that turns
into future, the hidden light each yearns
for, floundering, weighed down more and more
by all despairs, relations that failed before,
the loneliness, submitting to sad fate.
Those heavy heads, hearts constricted and sore,
on those dried lips love is a long lost state.