We are on the path to greatness,
Living now in the full stretch of waiting,
Knowing that something is distinctly different in the shade of our dreams.

How will we lie down and wonder about the human condition with clusters of expensive stars decorating our bodies?

Will the fame change us—

Will I find you buried under your silk and pearls, as you took the pleasantries with you to end your suffering, and the world taking note, being still for a moment.

I hope to never deliver a eulogy on the theme of pale fire that could not sustain,

And I hope to find the means to stay under each other's skin.

Else, there is no point to this deranged endeavor,
And we just as well should be forgotten.