If I write, then I write br And the words br Small letters, alone meaningless br br Construct the stream br Of thought, silently br A sign reflects the mind, br br And again, it withers br In front of my eyes br Drops dead br br Such as autumn leaves br Those, fall onto me br And like them, I die. br br Ah! If they did not br Loved me this much, br Then I wouldn’t. br br Pick them up, br Take them in my heart br Forever, br br Such as words, br I bear, I kill, br I change and change. br br For that is what we do, br Pathetically, br Day after day.br br A.R.