As I was going to St. Ive,
I met a man who had to leave,
he said his time was up, and so,
he had nothing left to do, but go.
I asked him ‘where’ he was going to;
he said, ‘What’s it go to do with you?’
I thought a while, and then replied,
‘I’ll meet you on the other side.’
‘The other side of ‘what’? he asked,
And there we stood,
ten feet apart,
and strangely masked;
thinking about what might have passed.