I'll probably hate this by tomorrow,

But'ts best to get it off my chest;

So self-hate, no grief or sorrow.

Just feeling nothing seems the best.

Asun osun aloluk olaluk,

enoy leluk aleluk oleluk.

Two suns looking at each other,

And I look at how they might see me:

"Worthwhile things? He didn't bother."

Me at myself with tyranny.

Asun layim enoy

lemut, indeed, ele-annoy.

mi sona e ni: o mama...

o mama pi mi mute, li lon kon sewi:

toki ni li toki ike. kon mi li ... suno ala.

And now I leave this here, unfinished?

Is this all I need to say?

Silence Critic, I'm not done yet.

But it'll wait another day.