I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light – that one has utterly disappeared,
And those appear that perplex me.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light – that one has utterly disappeared,
And those appear that perplex me.