Even the most unfeeling has showed that he does feel Reflections clouded over... I've forgotten, or it is lost inside me. Time is at a standstill Or it advances more slowly than it should. Sometimes somethings don't return Or they just don't want to. I've put too much paint on this canvas I shouldn't expect anyone to merely accept the painting. I fear making you feel compelled or obliged. How can I be blind and yet dislike what I see? Letters tied together left unsaid How it ends, as always.