You sat, I stood,
You wanted me to kneel.
I could not see the lines in the grey cloud,
I could not even hear myself breathing.
Lightning quelled my fears,
Thunderstorms hid thou crying,
I glazed at my fingers,
Conquest – only it had in sight.
Tripping are we now,
I walk in dismay,
Head held high,
Feet yielding – anything in its way.
I shall not,
For hope is all I have,
Addicted I am – but not to you.