Scoundrel Time


Where do you put the anger and the fear?
Hand them over. Here.

What do you do with the uncertainty?
Pass it to me.

The sadness, the foreboding, all the rest?
I bare my breast.

The blustering threats, the dark and stormy skies?
Look into my eyes.

When you cannot take it anymore,
shut the world’s door.

Out of the noise, the chaos, and the heat,
this retreat.

Out of the windswept plain of loneliness,
a sheltered place.

When it becomes too much to understand,
take my hand.

When it hurts too much to live in time,
come home.