Or were we once agreed, in full accord,
That we would meet in time for reconciliation,
For the scratching of old debts
And the settling of old scores?
Once upon a time you think you'll live forever -
Only goes to show, in truth, that you
Don't even know you're born.
Round and round we trod our drilled, diminished circles,
Measured out our days in pleasantries -
What treasures we forswore.
It was only my imagination,
I thought I'd got away with what I'd done before.
I'm unprepared for this investigation.
I'm so scared of what's in store.