Someone wrote down:

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées
Triste, et pour moi le jour sera comme la nuit...

Sad, and for me the day will be just like the night

so, tell me now, why would I fight for this?
Why should I-
Tell me I'm not right
and I will moan no longer

I cannot hear you now,
that means you are not here to tell me
that this time I have to be stronger
that I rely on no one but myself
that *this time there is no great tree
of life-

no riddle that, when solved, divides no more
those two who see the world
with different eyes

no divine twist that flies
right in the line of fire

no sublime turn -
no;
nothing to admire
in the end


*But that someone stopped writing then,
so as to mend his wounds.