And that which is gone,
Is gone.
No longer are we concerned
With that which came before -
No precedence.
The end to social maladie,
As everybody died.
All to existence blind.

Why is it that I never say
Those things I really mean
To you. Am I inept? Since I can't combine
Thought and word and mouth
And you?
Thus I force myself to delay;
Oh fie procrastination, fie!