This morning an unsettling feeling settled upon me

Just as I was putting on my socks

I felt the rain claw at my face and I pushed

The keys back through the letter box

For the last time, so I walked away

And followed a little behind my feet

Suddenly with somewhere to never return

I turned and ran across the street

Ive carved a niche for myself

In a cold and wintry grave

As time tricks on I head towards

The rest that all men crave

I imitated the sceptics

Who doubt only for doubtings sake

I found the places where its safe

 To give and safe to take.