Streetcorner (Old Man Crying)

Are you afraid of your reflection
When it is right before your eyes?
Do you run from every chasm?
Is the darkness your surprise
When it's rising up to greet you
With its life enscorceling grasp?
Do you wonder every breath you take
If it is going to be your last?

You cannot outrun the inevitable
Until it gets you, you don't know that it is
Standing on a cliff-top
With a loaded double-barrel
Has no guarentee to give.