the day I gave up

I have multiple hairs that grow from the same pores

and multiple loves that run through the same veins;

hairs and loves, soul and matter, it is all but waste.

I miss the things I once had, miss my having, then and now,

but I do not wish for new things, nor for havings, anymore,

for they only last so long, leave me longing and in distress.

My dreams have parted, abandoned me;

of both night and day, they've failed me,

and none of it all say or mean any what.

Any more.
No longer
need I be.

David Gray - Forgetting