"Old, weary, fatigued have I become

forgetting the stars of youth

and forsaken by all until time ends

the time! the time, the time

that makes you cry

that makes you hate

the time that is anguishing

the undeserving things I received

the things I never wanted to see

the time that burnt away stars by sea

where sunless years rolled by

and my sense of life faded away

Now I am an old man, blind and weary..."

"The Thief of Hope," by Poetic.