Some long for the past, others dream of at last Days continue, multiply multitudes I wonder who destroys when no one is left, rejoice All our statues, lullabies and rented rooms Distances no one will go for instances no one can know I say good night, leave the room unsatisfied like a child, I lie Almost alone, not quite Crowded avenues Homeless in tennis shoes Sometimes I wish to set free the things that still matter to me Days continue like a knife might intrude I wonder who destroys when nothing is left, rejoice.