I observe that all art is no more than a religious rite... so to feign is to know oneself.

Something won't let me
Work with a will.
Something is lacking;
Some stir, some thrill.

I can't sit by day,
I don't sleep at night;
Something important
I've got to decide.

To quarrel with someone?
With someone to part ?
To stay at the North Pole
A year, for a start ?

Just living like this
Won't do any good.
Perhaps, fall in love ?
If only I could !