Wastrel

Yes, I can't deny the worn-out and truthful

If it's picturesque

Though it’s just a saying…

Not useful

Resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours

So soon it becomes annoying to us

Yes between her thighs it was nothing

I don't know if she even lives but you...

And I never was in need of touch

Unless it would come through my heart's shape

Not like they who say it in today's fashion

Now you know what's going on with me

Trying to steal the light

And in the evenings a slight chill in the air

I'm still here breathing

Feeling so much better than I was last year

With a curtain of smoke

And in the evenings a slight chill in the air

The welkin not on my mind, Nor anything it covers