Worn but not tiredThe dust of these years that go by, blurs my vision. Each day to go on, is a quest for a reason.
With each visit that I make, your home seems distant.
Meanwhile, your shadow grows with desire.
My body is weak, my feet are swollen, Yes, I may be worn but I am not tired, of remembering you.
You´ve been here before! Thank you for returning to the Tavern.