Round and round and round Same conclusion No solution I carry on, bound Unable to leave unable to remain Cannot relieve so much pain I know the one exit with aid from simple logic No alternative to posit philosophic or pragmatic Do the research make a plan cold of heart, to march steadily as I can Alone in my despair with no one to rely on No more can I bear Damn the day I was born But this is justice recompense for cowardice that I go round and round living drowned [18 IX 10]