Extremely simple is this story,
Really, there is little here at all,
So very long I`ve sat with my pen
Feeling very small,
There is no rhyme or reason
Flowing deep from in my heart,
Now I mistrust my judgement
That let me even try to start,
I`m sure my brain humours me
When it knows I`m wasting time,
(I feel I`m just here keeping company
With my clock, that`s forgotten how to chime) .

Well, no longer will I confuse my brain,
I don`t care if it thinks I`m in decline,
I`m giving up for today
It`s best I refuse to write another line.