A glimpse of what is lost Enough to fold the firm To finish and exhaust To close and to confirm The desolate despair Beyond the chance to fix Confounding this affair Clockwise from twelve to six Life half in infancy Perspective still the same Wisdom a fallacy With no one else to blame The keys are by the door The window with no screen The future like before Null remains to be seen The vast, the wide awake The steps I've yet to take Accomplishment, mistake To have, to eat the cake