I cried to you,
You didn't hear,
Perhaps, you were so far, so near,

I chocked, I prayed,
I was unconscious ,
Though lost in years but most gracious, 

I am nearly crazy
Night descended,
This story seems to have no ending,

The fate's still playing hide-and-sick,
I hate this game, I am sick and tired,
I"ll be devout and retired,

OK...but only for tomorrow
I'am playing pitch and toss
I am worrying...