In choosing you, what have I done,
You say it to me,
How distraught is my destiny
Into whose hands am I a puppet?
I can see the things falling off,
The things going beyond compromise
And there is nothing as hat interests me,
Your absence speaking it all,
Your disinterestedness.
I can see the nest falling it the wind
And the birds flying with a shriek,
The tree shaking it violently,
The relationships breaking,
I do not know,
Where am I going to?
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