i took this walk to ease my mind to find out what s gnawing at me wouldn t think to look at me that i ve spent a lot of time in education it all seems so long ago i m a thinker not a talker i ve no one to talk to anyway i can t see the road for the rain in my eyes ahh ah ah ah ah ah i live above the grocer s store owned by an austrian he often calls me down to eat and he jokes about his broken english tries to be a friend to me but for all my years of reading conversation i stand without a word to say i can t see the bridge for the rain in my eyes ah ah ah ah ah ah and the world is full of life full of folk who don t know me and they walk in twos or threes or more while the lamp that shines above the grocers store investigates my face so rudely and my essays lying scattered on the floor fulfill their needs just by being there and my hands shake my head hurts my voice sticks inside my throat i m invisible and dumb and no one will recall me  and i can t see the water for the tears in my eyes1