Which way do I turn, Granddad? Where have you gone?
I can’t go this alone; I’ve no strength to carry on
I’m hopeless, I’m afraid and don’t know where I’m supposed to be
What a critical mess I’m in, oh life, what have you done to me?
Who the hell are you, and why are you dressed that way?
Don’t you have somewhere to be, or something more to say?
You look like a hippy; I bet you have a crack pipe too
Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that. Can I sit with you?
No wait, did I offend you? I’m a stupid guy, I know
I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to abandon me and go.
I don’t know what comes next as we embark on this endeavour.
How did you get here? Why are we trapped in this place together?
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