Falling From Grace Poem by Igor Wolfson

Lead it to nowhere,
And this life will be short
You see, it will stay there
No matter how it hurts

When words are not being the same
They tend to fly near your ear
And when the mean distance between two hands is zero
You pretend you just don't see me again

And the words and the deeds have no meaning
The contraction it seems you may feel it
And a being it seems you may be
For a moment it seems... You are me

For every drop, there is a place
For every shout there is an ear
For every time you are not here
I fall from grace, I fall from grace