Even if the Front
Door is locked, someone can still
Sneak through the Back Door.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

The boat is rocking
As the cold waves of life come
Crashing down on him.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

I think of precious
Time I poured into thankless
Endeavors and weep.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

No matter how hard
They tried to take what was his
They left with nothing.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

I now see clearly
How all those years “existing”
Have left me nothing.

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.

It’s real easy to
Judge a Book by its cover
Yet, should we do that?

:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.