Hungry Travellers

I need to pretend

That I don’t need a friend

In the end

This web I’m spun

This hole I’ve dug

Will see me taking the hand

That you’ve lent

And me, so proud

I might make a fool of myself

Again

I see

The shadows beside me weep

And there you are to keep

Sanity in me

From the valleys in my dreams

You would rock me to sleep

And we would go walking

Little guide, my big god–

Yes, we could eat

Dine and drink

The whole damn world in a week