i ought to be somebody
somebody who dreams
somebody who knows
somebody who sees
somebody who loves

Humans are like art
And the worst thing someone can do to art
Is to try to explain it
Instead of just feeling it

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I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one’s name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!

i don’t want to go to sleep
i’m afraid of closing my eyes
and never wanting to open them again