7th stanza is pointing out.

i tried all the best for them,
instead of complying about any,
i was putting myself aside in the dark
like inside of a enourmous bee's darkish belly,
to give them a nod and,
and i did try my best you know it.

in the full of complexity, i still,
instead of offering them another,
woke up my collar and studied'em all
in that cold wind blowing emptiness the bullshit,
for just this non fucking profit efforts,
i did try as much as i could you know it.

in the full moon or the half, i tried,
as at least the one that-everyone-want-to-throw-away-yet-hold-inside,
to make it over, the problem, to get it over, the problem,
even when this my vital had been lowering myself down sick,
i still did keep trying to hold the moon back to be functioning you must fucking know it.

without what my enthusiasm was to, i tried,
for the sake of my contribution, to spread that beloved dim passion,
throughout this grey concrete sucker,
i did still, did everything, literally everything.

and now, finally, everything turned me out dead.
as it happend, i saw me dead-there-before-now-met-with,
not being able to say a word over the phone anymore,
while knowing me saying a prayer inside even now,
i even think i want to tell them nothing back,
i'm done. it's over. i'm with the end, once i saw there and now i be with here, hanging out,
he became my firend here, the end.

joni mitchell's 'River" sounds,
a little different, than that sounded when played with that New Jersey's Manhattan panorama.

i think i am leaving in June,
leaving that skyscrapper behind,
I am quite, tired you know.
i think i am leaving soon,
back toward them,
I am quite, disappointed you know.