Leaf and twig,
and where am I?
What am I doing?
What is everybody talking about?
And so what anyway.
And if I could, and maybe I should?
But no, I won’t.
On principal, I will to nought,
because that’s what is required.
I need to escape from all of these sirens,
the tangled web of the spiders,
who have trapped me,
I will sit here and listen to the music,
and eventually death will come,
to take me away, to eternal something or other.