the beckett way of dealing with things

what use are words
except for lies
if only i could close my eyes

between not caring and reconciled
is a fine sand line like
what if i could close them 
shut and silent unblinking
unthinking - as looking 
for reason is a form of treason

we went walking over rocks and wet ground 
through wind and blue air and i was walking
slightly ahead and you said away 

don't say away
don't say never or maybe
don't say

what will fall will fall
as with what will rise
if only i could close my eyes