Wanderer,
my comrade, my partner,
Take me to your Nowhere land.
I feel a desperate need for a helping hand.
I can’t remember all the words to
express sorrow.
I did write them before.
Is it too late to ride them as
Roads that build up melancholy;
My reasons to be taken by you,
Wanderer,
my comrade, my partner.
Be not the silent sir,
instead a silencer.