A wise man

I want to be a wise man. I pour myself some brandy, take a cigarette, put a pen and a piece of paper in front of me. I'm not going to let my trespasses drag me down, I'm no fool - I'll take them and cleverly build something. So I look back and want to make a first draft. But then I see I don't have to look back - I notice them all sitting close around me. And suddenly I know there's nothing I can do with my sins. Except confess them. (And cry).