A reworking
I see your island
and I call.
Is that true then?
An old man
with bitter excuses for
his loneliness.
Beg pardon, imagine please,
exiling yourself
for pity's sake.
Sanctimony
where you could
love instead.
I see your island
and I call.
Is that true then?
An old man
with bitter excuses for
his loneliness.
Beg pardon, imagine please,
exiling yourself
for pity's sake.
Sanctimony
where you could
love instead.