When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

Why
Do you
Have to like
Him?

I like him.

I've liked him for a while.

But you
Just met
Him.

And
Now
He
Likes
You
Too.

I
Can't
Let
Him
Go,

But you don't
Have
To.

And
You
Don't
Know.

Though my other
Friends
Call it
Painfully obvious.

And
I
Don't
Think
You
Care
Enough