Well, I was talking to a mirror image of what supposedly was to be me; and

the eyes and the nose and the insignificant clothes
supported the testimony. He said, "You're doing fine, you know.

You've got an okay mind, you know.

And I would hate to see you throw it away.

You'd better hold on.

Hold on. Hold on."

I was telling him I was a bit fatigued about my life,
both present and past;

and when I recalled my thoughts of ending it all with
an overdose of gas, He said, "You're doing fine, you know.

You've got an okay mind, you know.

And I would hate to see you throw it away.

You'd better hold on.

Hold on. Hold on."

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on