Now a somnambulant walk
Each one stays a watch
With a doziness feast

You came in the dawn
Every expecting fellow awake
As we go out in darkness
Preparing for your visit.

Cheers of celebration
Leaving old grudges aside
Even if it itches

Boldness will hold
Rare is this time,
I am a fool to think I am wise
Taking each foolishness in wisdom
I will strive to hold it down
On my own though
No regret, for a remedy I won’t seek