The only point to life is the aesthetic one,
A melody decided upon
In the way you speak, in the way you move your arms.
How will you support your breasts?
Will you shave today?
No one is looking over your shoulder,
No one is thinking of you quite the way you actually are.
They want you to convince them of something,
Anything, as long as you look at them directly
And tell them first that nothing is wrong.
They would be hypnotized, politely,
At the train station on some autumn afternoon.
They don’t really have any place to go.
As long as you can be artistic, you’ve won.
As long as you can draw the idea quickly, they will love you,
The one who is not really there,
The one they don’t really know.
The only thing is, you can’t linger,
You have to let them get to their destination
And be distracted by the distances.
You must already be there and help them in that way.