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When it was mine to lose and all my fault I said I never needed you. I took it out, completely on my own, as if I was the only man on earth. Prometheus is walking up that hill, but at least he's getting to the top before that boulder slides back down again. My boulder slides down right on me and here I go I'm fine. Solid mighty rock crushing my bones, making a dust far coarser than anything you'd find under these weary feet. When it was mine, I never had to call it what it was. Never had to say its name or gesture this or that. Nights were blue and mornings red and every time I saw you I saw the sun. But I couldn't tell you that, so I squinted my eyes.