All the thoughts
Tout les choses
Some of my friends
Un part de mes enemies
All these things
Some of my enemies
My faith, my cares
My music and concerns
My choice of government
And my reasons
Why
All would I write
But my pen has run out once
And my mind has gone
Permanently
And my life
Has no meaning for anyone but me
And the page has run out.
Je femme mes yeux
Pour le dernier
Temp.
Et je suis mort.