By all means
         live wildly
         and audaciously
         but not rebelliously

Down with AI and technology
they are a menace to our creativity
in the extreme they do surreptitiously
take away our very sanity!

I don't aim for altitude

my focus is on attitude

In the dead of night
     neither moon nor stars in sight
     only the winds' sigh

Unrelenting is the winter--night
        I'm yet to cover so many miles
       bitter winds smite my pale face
       all my longing heart knows is sighs-

       no wrong have I done
        songs is all I write
       love is loath to come my way
       consolation is not in sight-
  
      an *****-grinder I meet
      he says:  Lost we are--you and I
      homeless and loveless without hope
     it'd be a blessing this night to die'-

     I can see tears in his eyes
     and with these words I reply:
     I'm the composer of Winterreise
    a song I'll sing now--as the dying leaves drift by

If there were no memory
       where would there be
       any heartache or melancholy?

You're cold , worn out and poor-
feel free to knock on my door
it's late sunset--you're hungry
come in and you'll share my dinner-

if in the distant future
and good fortune were to make you prosper
I might be worn out, hungry and poor
would you this moment remember?