Just how many spectacles i missed
The curtains rose without me
And without me, fell. How many friends
Of mine, throughout my life, I never meet
And just how many city skylines
Could have evoked my tears,
But i know just one city in the world
And I can find it, blindfolded, in a dream.
How many poems I did not compose.
Their secret choir now encircles me
And, one fine day, perhaps, it may just
Strangle me...