When I’m judged every day evidently
And I come to think my mother was right
How could I ever live genuinely
Could I ever be loved for just one night;
When I have fears of alienation
And when my company is no longer
The ebb of an asters delegation
Leaving a lone wanderer a goner;
When I’m nothing more than an old fossil
I shall look back and see a blank slate
A fable that could’ve been a novel
A body, beetles will soon irritate.
Then I, in the midst of sleep seem to find
Their power was conceived from within my mind.