I try to run my life with cool dispassion Nothing to get thrilled over Nothing to get upset over Nothing to get hurt over Nothing to get joyful over Nothing to get crazy over Nothing to get wondrous over Calm collected rational moves Emotion kept in check on a leash So much like a dispirited hound Who went let go Would leap for joy And go crashing into the wall More the fool I But no, Fool or no fool I do not want to forget The shrieking joy of the kindergarden pens Me. You. Us all. We all know where that is now don't we? Right here inside. Stirring, rising, hoping, seeking Again.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Again, Sailor Stripes
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yes ! I know what you are saying!
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