Looking every shadow of what I was
I review to my early devices,
But where could with commitments
To change my way, nothing affects.
As much as I dreamed, and intuits the breast
Reflects these various faces,
Really traumatic performance
The incompetence and I assume the world collapses.
Ridiculous caricature, nothing.
Losing so much time in solitary
The Way that I know not necessary
The poetry is not killed and it should be
Just who is delirious or been lost,
As I know, indeed, I do.