Today I'm bowled over, as though hit by the truth.
Today I'm clearheaded, as though I were going to die,
Having no more brotherly feelings for things
Than to say good-bye, turning this house and this side of the street
Into a line of coaches in a long train with its whistle shrieking goodbye
From inside my head,
And a nerve-wracking, bone-cracking jerk as it moves off.
Today I'm mixed up, like someone who thought something and grasped it, then lost it.
Today I'm torn between the allegiance I owe
Something real outside me -- the Tobacco Shop across the street,
And something real inside me -- the feeling that it's all a dream.