Mr. Nobody enters and sits down.
He puts a foot on the table and a hand under his chin.
Mr. Nobody is hungry. I offer my breakfast menu.
Mr. Nobody is always too punctual.
Mr. Nobody, I've a gift for you.
What would I have become, but for you.
Please accept my complete works.
All of this belongs to you alone.
Mr. Nobody, no one knows me as well as you.
Absolutely, and I admit it all.
There were no disappointments, not a single one.
But all that means nothing to you.
Have you noticed, Mr. Nobody? I've quit growing.
My hands are like feet. Look here, Mr. Nobody.
Soon I'll become nothing and then what remains of me,
Belongs to you alone - which won't be much.
What do you want, Mr. Nobody?
You're always here.
What do you want from me, Mr. Nobody?