as a bird is an Andean Condor
as for years, they've all be squandered

as a string, a dozen blue tassels
as my home, a large empty castle

My pain
measured be a light year
if talked out it'd fall on deaf ears

My pain
in running shoes couldn't walk a step
if I hand it two arms it'd grow bulging biceps
my grief is a wreath hung on my door
a thief that robs me of more