When I am in limbo-land he saves me;
He breaches the water and pulls me out of the sand that I’m drowning in.
And then I am conscious again.
I can see his face with rushing clarity.
I suddenly feel ashamed.
I suddenly feel again,
And he is my hero.
Now we are here,
I am normal and he is tired.
We both sit there and talk about things that don’t matter.
When I can talk, I am too afraid to say things.
But when I do, he doesn’t understand me.
Mars and Venus? I think we could have some sort of sports match.