Decapitated head stand Behind met, ahead gone, it never happens Old men coming out of taxis stumble for no one They have no future for their past Somewhere, she left me I awoke, I slept, I dared Hold the day through the night What freed my day bound my night I will not be bound: What began then, ended then. It shouldn't have been, but it will forever be. This riddled state, it is but a small price. The circumstances which call one to stand a night, surely it must be a greater day than any day which leaves us trying the next? Listen to my words, not me. Judge me knowing this: I'd do it again