Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Ironic,
That the sun should seem so bitter,
In all it's wonder and brightness

I looked at stars in the night
I danced to dreams in my mind

Then all around me was dark
No one to hear my voice

Then I heard the music of life
Flooding my soul like light

Louder than I'd heard before
No one could hear my heart roar

Then, then it began to fade
All that was here was no more

All now around me was dark
No more to dance to now

Everything gone far away
So I must sleep once, again

Sometimes my mind feels like it’s screaming
Just making too much noise and never
actually saying anything
I wish my mind were like the sky
Outstretched and blue
A fabric spread thin,
out across everything
Because then my thoughts could be like clouds,
no longer sharp or immobile
and my ideas could be like stars
Then maybe for once they could be seen through the dark

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.