And some might say
I've lost my way
But who are they
To judge
When numbers rule
Our nights and days
A life of Midas' touch
And all of those
Who quantify
All the good and woe
Will be too vain to realize
They are their own foe
And some might say
I've lost my way
A sentence I'd forgive
But it's the dreamer, not society
Who, the way forward, shall cleave
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
And some might say
I've lost my way
But who are they
To judge
When numbers rule
Our nights and days
A life of Midas' touch
And all of those
Who quantify
All the good and woe
Will be too vain to realize
They are their own foe
And some might say
I've lost my way
A sentence I'd forgive
But it's the dreamer, not society
Who, the way forward, shall cleave