Sometimes I wish I could just fade away;
leaving behind no memory, not even a trace
Sometimes I wish I could remove myself;
from this stupid illusion of life and space
There are a million colours in the world;
one black less and it won’t make any difference
There are a billion stars in the dark night sky;
if one becomes a black hole, no difference
What am I in this complicated puzzle?
A minute piece of desire, nothing else
What am I in this mine of diamonds?
A small piece of black coal, nothing else
Leaving would be perfect, a final solution;
to the conflict between desire and reality
Leaving would be beautiful, a final touch;
to a trashy abstract painting that I see