Guess what, I am
Indeed, awake
For time has just
Once more, again,
Chosen for no other sake
Than having me tormented
To keep me far from rest.
While the world is dreaming
I do nothing but
What makes me the one you see,
Good for nothing but being
Everything that’s bad
Regretting only one thing
For once I made you sad.
Might you wonder
What my purpose is
Engraving these lines in thin air
Begging to nothing itself to keep these words…
And so do I, for sure
As I realize these hands of mine
Have free will to write these words of thine.
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