“And now, for something completely the same: Wasted time and wasted breath, 's what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good, but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve, have no need, or not the nerve, help from strangers to accept, plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair, or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid, make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error, for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear, mauling at them, - like I care.” PeopleDifferentHelpingTruthJoyDecisionMistakeStupidAcceptanceTearsStrangeBearsPoemDespairWasteDeserveErrorsStrangerCaringGoodMistakesDecisionsBreathingPoemsNervesVengeanceNothingWeepingRefusalDifferenceDeservingBreathOthersStrangersWasted TimeErrorCupidVengefulBearWastedDecidingNerveErroneousMauling Book:Nothing is here... Source: Nothing is here...