I did not realize soon enough that I wanted to be someone else, not somewhere else.

I thought I could not bear people (I am not enough for people),

but after all the beauty I have seen...

All the hallowed halls,

all the remnants left
by those now centuries gone--

they are not worth a single living thing.

A harp without a harpist
is just a confusion of strings.

And there is no grandeur we can create
that will ever take our place.

I am saying it could all be ashes
if you leave.