Good will, come back – you
Were once hu
There’s nothing worse than a
Man and full of love, and now?
Read Rousseau, read Rousseau.
No, stupid, the autobiography.
Man in his thirties.
Good, Will, come back. He hu
Ms to himself a song re
Capitulate all of the force, all of the fall
Membered, reciting the words but void of belief.
Is to live to mock? Is to live to pretend to live?
Ing off, the falling toward abyss,
And let yourself be crushed by it. Sweet desire!
Read Rousseau, I guess.
Good will come back, it must. Hu
Mdrum existence could be more full
Y understood as sign of a relation,
More stocked with moments of revelation,
Were it not for doubt.
A sign of dependent variability;
When you move, I move.
Don’t read Rousseau; you will only be disappointed.