| Trag�die de la femme �g�e- February 1998 (Translated from French) My life is a great mystery I do not understand it, myself. I do not know my fate- Do I sit and search for my end? Or do I look for my beginning? I watch the world In my little chair... I always hate How it works without me. My family have their lives And I have mine, but- I wish they were the same. My life is at its night But theirs are dawning. I tell them, "Treasure your time here, For life is short." Why do they not listen? I know how it works- I know! Yet they do not listen. And one day, they will be like me. I sit in my chair And watch them through my window- And the world goes on without me. |