Chanson à part. Song To Myself

SONG TO MYSELF

WHAT do you do? The lot. Your value? I don't know, Prefigurements, attempts, Potency and disgust... Your value? I don't know... You want? Nothing, the lot.

What do you know? Ennui. What can you do? I dream. Dream in order to change Each daytime into night. What do you know? I dream To change the day's ennui.

What do you want? My good. What must you do? I learn, Look forward and discern But all to no avail. What do you fear? The will. Who are you? Nothing much!

Where do you go? To die. What to do there? To cease, Be subject not again To fortune's fickle tricks. Where do you go? To cease. What to do there? Be dead.