Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

Unhappy, But Not Unhappy Enough.

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

Against The Charitable Gesture There Is No Defence.

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.