Franz, what you ask,
The burden you set,
Leaves me pondering,
The human regret…

My Max, you don’t understand,
What I write by head and hand,
Is me and mine, and goes with me too,
My life is too sad to stand…

Look Franz, you will influence beyond,
Metamorphing, trialling, castles in Amerika,
Your eternal mirrors,
Existing now, and afar…

Max, you know I must die,
End me and my work,
I beg you dear,
Me and this, all lost in the dirt…

I will not Franze,
People need to know,
Your work must sparkle,
Rhyme, rhythm and flow…

I won’t rest Max,
As you deny my wish,
I’ll never have peace,
There's no rest, when me they miss…

Weigh up for me Franze,
Other’s joy, at your distress,
Woe to deny them your vision, and percept.

You’ll suffer Kafka, to the end,
but little matters,
When others gain,
with you, fading tatters.