Where would I go, if I could go?
Who would I be, if I could be?
What would I say, if I had a voice?
Who says this, saying it's me?
Answer simply, someone answer simply.
It's the same old stranger as ever,
for whom alone accusative I exist,
in the pit of my inexistence,
of his, of ours, there's a simple answer.
S.Beckett, Texts for Nothing, 4