It has been warm, surprisingly warm
And that warmth has replaced the warmth of half a dozen
Half-hearted lovers
It is very difficult
To be involved
In social pursuits
When I am risen above everything I was,
And everything I have been
Has been a pathetic attempt
At reconciling
Dreams to reality.

Dreams are no less real than this life
And this is how I get through
By dreaming of being something
Other than I am right now:
In four years I shall be
Myself, and until then
I can only work at what I must become,
Chip away the layers of foolishness
And become somebody.