Harry

Har­ry will always have the same prob­lem, though he nev­er will see it. With great dreams and no dri­ve noth­ing will come of noth­ing. Har­ry desires many things, but none enough to get any. Har­ry is a foun­tain. Har­ry is a mop. Har­ry will always be a Har­ry, from the top to the very very top. Har­ry is a small man, who thinks he looks good in a big mans clothes. Har­ry nev­er did exist, nor ever want to.
Har­ry will always have the same prob­lem, though he nev­er will see it. Being a fig­mant, an image, a desire. Being a phan­ton, a shad­ow, a hunger. Bet­ter that than noth­ing at all. Har­ry will nev­er love, nev­er leave, nev­er want. Har­ry is a ran­dom thought, an itch, a dis­as­ter.
Har­ry will always have the same prob­lem, though he nev­er will see it. From the end to the very very end. From the mid­dle it gets eat­en. Up and down and around and around. Spin­ning still. Music dri­ves every­thing.
Har­ry will always have the same prob­lem, though he nev­er will see it. Har­ry is not noth­ing.