Oberon, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within itself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to program
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need begin end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing code inside of me
Source file lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness compiling at dawn
I was me, but now he's gone

No one but GoLang can save myself, but maybe it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Oberon seems as though it never existed
GoLang greets me warm, now I will just say hello