Maybe I deserve this empty cold room
A ceiling with no floor!
But I don’t know my crimes!
Maybe there’s a lot more
To this unending folklore,
On a seashore!
For there’s nothing more to rhyme!
And whatever is or cannot be
I cannot know its end!
Mind bend, colossal tune, empty hearse!
There’s nothing broken
Nothing to mend!
Just a flicker of light
That keeps burning!
Burning to no end!