Alright I’ll admit it’s weird
When you suddenly see
Behind a face

How to say
To somebody’s eyes
I know when you lived
Through the horror of your vision

Grey haired man
Sitting with your beer 
The years have made you silver

With peaceful leaning to torment
Mentally burying yourself daily
And I sit silently in your vision
Writing letters of understanding

I’m breathing with you tonite
In my hobby of your confusion.