The reason I want to spit out these sentiments

is I have no other proof I even exist

my future that I thought I managed to grasp

is a contradiction of all I thought that I had

The reason I want this old image erased

is I see my own limits and I'm out of place

In the window of my own self-consciousness

I see last year's calendar, with no dates on it

Now I, I rewrite

All these worthless visions, and I'll be unforgettable
 [bad word] to life, and rewrite.

All my bad ideas

I will make them disappear before your eyes.