Century of changes

I would taste the touch of my strange nestle
I would be afraid of different points of view
One day in my whole life is like
A century full of changes
And I must obey my lonely heart
I would negociate my private death
I would gain any knowledge I knew
One word from all my letters
Would not confess what I have to say
And I have to say something
Now I can't act like I didn't know
What really matters
Like my existence was something to fool me
Now I have to sit down
And wait for the time to be kind
Like I was waiting for kindness
Or godness
When I'd written my last letter
To say I am an unhappy coincidence

19/04/01