The Question Is Moot The Hal Al Shedad

As he wrote
He thought to himself
On losing the meaning
And he thought
He needed no help
He lied to himself
As he wrote
He got nothing done
He's thinking of you
And you thought
You needed no help
You’re lying to…

[Benjamin Lukens, James Joyce]
And me
I just want the truth
What I held to be evident
What I say is true
Surrounded by friends
I still think of you
A life of docility
Is all I have for show
Surrounded by friends
He stands from the light
Crossed arms and bitten lips
When I was a boy angels told me what's right
Completе stalemate
No confidencе
But my angels don't fly anymore