I'm falling
faster than a diving hawk
yet, with five cm. per second
have been falling for :
two hundred and sixteen months
or eighteen years
or so I reckon . . .

Not much is left
the board is cleared
all pieces played their chosen roles
and here I am
the latest pawn
I'm all that's left
I'm all that's left . . .

So I'll masquerade
to celebrate
this last parade
of adolescence
and when I wake up
I'll still be the same
the same old man
the same old child
still falling in the pit
of society's crimson essence.