Meditation

'Once I touch this curtain it will fall
And I to the world given shall be found
In their lake my powers will have drowned
To the waters my strength will have crawled
Fond of me no one's to become
I will end alone, to my heart's pace
Though admittedly be there some
Inclined to recall my crimson face
But no reason will they demand
I will be seen as curious uttermost
Would they seek out my friend
Would he be seen as the cost
I was charged, and what a fee it was:
To neglect my own matters to the extent
Of letting myself fall without fearing the end
And as I'll be everything to no one, and so I said
A useless nothing I'll become, instead.'