I took the hand of a man alone.
I walked with him awhile.
I talked to him awhile to learn that I was alone.
Our lies are breaking with no relief against the liars.
Was all he said.
I talked with him awhile.
I cried with him awhile to learn I was on a journey.
Why is the journey treacherous so hard for us to tread.
We live along the outer edge.
I wanted to walk and talk with a friend.
So that I could live within.
Take the hand of the Journey and not the man.
I watched as I went by.
I learned that the man was I.