Shunned by those quick eyes
Reverted from untouched lies
I steadied my lips from quoting
Sickness was winning and health wasn't voting
For little time I rest and wait
For one fast thing to change my fate
As I walk along the empty street
Something hides before my feet
I leave on cue, I wince
And only my eyes perceive
What is said to be true
That nothing they see was under my view...