Still Standing

A troubled heart beats

Longing to be united

With the one, the girl, she

Longing for all wrongs to be righted

For his cold feet

Cause him to be constantly slight

Whether by accident

Or whether on purpose

I guess we’ll never know the intent

Except for what is seen on the surface

And buried deep inside

We can see that it’s all my fault

Be it my own cyanide

Or the work of some dangerous cult

It is no use getting in a tizzy

Or getting worked up

Over a past that was quite busy

And open when it should have been a close circuit

And so dispelled is the myth

That there could have been

Something to prevent this wherewith

Some kind of dignity to defend

I feel I am left barren

But there is a glimmer of hope

Although it seems I have met Charon

But somehow had tied a rope

To find my way back out

Though I was transported across

The river and tormented about

And just when it seemed all was lost

I followed the rope back home

And now I am back where I started

And though I seem so alone

My feelings of freedom cannot be discarded

For the rope was handy

In my time of need

And I am still standing

I am standing indeed