There is so much to think about,
Far more than anyone believes;
I try to keep track of it all,
Yet space consumes the loudest shout,
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
And take with every step a fall.
I know the realms of endless night,
I have been there too many times,
Where all my dreams turned into stone;
Yet if there be a hope so slight
For you and me, beneath the grime –
My gentlest thoughts are yours alone.