Here I stand at the middle of nowhere Looking ahead at the disguised horizon Sweats caressing my damp brows Eyes straddled with deep sated regrets Emotions spent, conscience imprisoned Forces...
Say my house is thatched say my clothes are patched say my car is old-fashioned say my vision is blurred say my marriage is cursed say my businesses failed say...
I'll not be a good husband because... I do my laundry by myself there's perpetual order on my shelf I fold my clothes... pant, shirt, singlet there's no pinching odour...