My words are clever though clever I'm not
and from loneliness to silence,
from the heartless to the poets,
all I have is all I got.
Nothing could be as pathetic or poetic
as the verses I'm used to write.
Nothing can be as empty as them
and they can't be as obscure as a cloudless night.
All I have is all I got.
Look at them! Scattered people,
tired faces accompanied to nowhere places.
But don't trust me,
For my words are clever though clever I'm not!