The frailty of me,
All can see.
Sap weeps slow,
This apple tree.

To lose myself,
In winding ways.
To stand with shadows,
Through endless days.

To lose each other,
Hearts may flee.
They mourn their father,
In bitter tea.

I choose to lose,
Do you not see?
I embrace the loss,
For it sets me free.
I show how to lose,
And so, I decree:
I know how to lose.