My dear fellow:
Like a candle out of wax, or a
Wick that’s gone wet and my last friend won’t lend me a match.
Like a squirrel on a branch that can’t hold up on a tree,
About to be chopped.
My dear fellow…
Once I had a dream, now,
I am a condemned man at the end of his rope,
Like a lion in a cage,
With nowhere to go and no one to help.
What do I do?