I Want To Go On Living Even

He Clings To His Solitude, To His Affected Indifference And His Grown-up Ways, But It's Just An Act, So As Never, Never To Show His Real Feelings.

I Can Shake Off Everything As I Write; My Sorrows Disappear, My Courage Is Reborn.

One Must Apply One's Reason To Everything Here, Learning To Obey, To Shut Up, To Help, To Be Good, To Give In, And I Don't Know What Else. I'm Afraid I Shall Use Up All My Brains Too Quickly, And I Haven't Got So Very Many. Then I Shall Not Have Any Left For When The War Is Over.

And Finally I Twist My Heart Round Again, So That The Bad Is On The Outside And The Good Is On The Inside, And Keep On Trying To Find A Way Of Becoming What I Would So Like To Be, And Could Be, If There Weren't Any Other People Living In The World.

I Looked Up In The Sky And Trusted In God.