Years, like lovers've got to go Passing to give us, another ascendance Through the next rove Thorns, spectating our way Gorgeous abundance, or a poverty and rage ...The end will equate us How far we are, lost among the tales Bookstores full of carnal bilge... Now I recollect, fragments I've lost I know they will torment me I know they won't toughen me... Pitiful on the knees, wretched while we please, Willing the fables, to become our appearance Is it what you have, what you crave, what you claim? You tend to disobey, what is safe, to feel sane But all gets to the point, when after a loss Nothing remains the same, nothing avails the sane Years, under a pile of days, minutes go astray Wandering is what we do When we farewell another hope, give another final salute... One has to live, one has to fall World goes on...