I’ve got many things left to say?
No, I have not.
Anything shapes into words seems useless, including life.
Any difference you’re gonna create, make happen, let occur...
Will be common, will be cloned, will get a chorus for the crowds.
And that’ll only take a while, before it got useless...
You’re not around.
Why would I?
...
One can not guess when one another decides to dissolve.