I can’t believe this is my life,
But whose life is it, then?
A man who subjugates his wife
Or fights with other men?
I had my future all worked out
In such-and-such a way,
But time has only served to flout
My dreams of yesterday.
But those were only in my head
And had no claim to truth,
And so it’s good that now they’re dead
As I’m no slender youth.
It’s time I faced up to the fact
That life’s the real thing, not an act.
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