Men are Heroes who don’t Understand.

When I am in limbo-land he saves me;

He breaches the water and pulls me out of the sand that I’m drowning in.

And then I am conscious again.

I can see his face with rushing clarity.

I suddenly feel ashamed.

I suddenly feel again,

And he is my hero.

 

Now we are here,

I am normal and he is tired.

We both sit there and talk about things that don’t matter.

When I can talk, I am too afraid to say things.

But when I do, he doesn’t understand me.

Mars and Venus? I think we could have some sort of sports match.