There's so much to consider, so much, so much
I'll be your consequence when winter sets in
I'll be your brilliance when the tiger is caught
I'll be your remittance when your book is auctioned
I'll be your sustenance when the surgeon's knife slips
I'll be your nonchalance when Paris burns anew
I'll be your endurance when the poems begin to pale
There will be little to consider then, so little, so little...
