I have lost the will to rhyme,
I have no hurt left to give;
I have given up on time,
Besides the will to forgive.

The questions don’t linger now,
For I know my self quite well:
It’s seldom I break a vow,
Though I have no soul to sell.

Death does not loom, not for me,
It is a known song I sing,
It’s just that the notes aren’t free,
So I fear some reckoning.

I have lost and I have gained,
Like fat that comes and goes,
Neither state ever remained:
Sunlight into moonlight flows.

My people don’t like me much,
But I hope my furkids do;
Love has yet its own sweet touch;
Thus, I bear when it’s untrue.

I become something older;
Yet I recognise the child;
Temperance makes me colder;
But oh, panic keeps me wild!