All day long I stare at people walking by I drink bitter coffee, smoke cheap cigarettes In front and behind my back I don’t see anyone I flirt with men that I don’t like Tell jokes and don’t laugh Write poems in the moonlight And rip them under sunlight Given promises in the morning In the evening I forget I walk away from life and she taunts me I’m frightened from forgetfulness More than I do from the fire And I feel lonely As a wounded beast in the cage Will I be completely Dead when I die?