I do not know what to make.
When all you do is take and take.
I give you all that I could possibly give.
To you, I am nothing but a sieve.
I no longer blame you alone.
For time has pasted, and I have grown
The fault I see, now, is my own.
I have reaped what I had sown.
So I am stating here and now.
As I take my final bow.
We are done.
And I have won.
─Robert Confiant 19 June 2016