I Want To Understand You, I Study

A Deception That Elevates Us Is Dearer Than A Host Of Low Truths.

I’ve Lived To Bury My Desires, And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust; Now All That’s Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust.

My Dreams, My Dreams! What Has Become Of Their Sweetness? What Indeed Has Become Of My Youth?

Fearing No Insult, Asking For No Crown, Receive With Indifference Both Flattery And Slander, And Do Not Argue With A Fool.

'tis Time, My Friend, 'tis Time! For Rest The Heart Is Aching; Days Follow Days In Flight, And Every Day Is Taking, Fragments Of Being, While Together You And I, Make Plans To Live. Look, All Is Dust, And We Shall Die.