My Soul's The Present Shadow

Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me.

Everything I Sought In Life I Abandoned For The Sake Of The Search. I'm Like One Who Absentmindedly Looks For He Doesn't Know What, Having Forgotten It In His Dreaming As The Search Got Under Way.

Changing From The Ghosts Of Faith To The Spectres Of Reason Is Just Changing Cells.

If We Knew The Truth, We'd See It; All Else Is System And Outskirts.

The Poet Is A Pretender. / He Pretends So Completely, / That He Even Pretends That It Is Pain / The Pain He Really Feels.