at the station

so when we fainted on those long summer streets
we did not look towards the cold and snow
nor did we wonder what monsters might grow
from those strange torments and tiring defeats
not one of those who on these days competes
to claim that they're the ones who truly know
the difference between actual truth and show
can claim that they know all the tricks and cheats
visions of mercy do not drive us wild
but we are given some sort of a chance
to mark the limit of just where to start
the teaching of the one who is no child
but who must lead us through this final dance
and then remind us that each has a heart