Now I have always wondered.  How can I stand upon your shoulders,  look around and around and round and not see a thing?  It always seemed confusing.  Your jokes are never amusing.  You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing.  We could fall below and never make a sound.  The truth is frightening now.  Will we ever get out?  You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened.  By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much.  I wipe the dust off of my face.  It's all that's left of my dreams misplaced.  I find it hard to believe you could take much more.