The sloping path retreating to nowhere
Found me some close companions who were willing
To follow me – I fell – no matter there
Was not a goal – my aimless life was thrilling.
My aimless wanderings ceased and I went out
And lost all my companions – potential
And prospects, instability and doubt
Far less attractive than life as a null.
Now I have found success, fame in my art,
And I now find myself loved once again
By close companions – so, when did I start
Being Attractive – when did it begin?
Is love so fickle that it must have being
Alone and never can embrace becoming?