You cannot realize dreams solely from your strife in life ; But can you make them immortal in graves - yours, mine? A weakened, timorous, coward beast am I Who made a fleeting choice only to watch the laid way Unravel.
No, I shall not run amok. No, I shall not waste your time. No, I have had the power all along to leave you But I stay.
If you are going to shoot, Shoot me between the eyes. Meld two gazes together so that when you reach Eden You bring my sight. I deserve to crest the horizon, too.
By George, my hands are large, They err, they wring, And perhaps they hold the worst parts of you Or the long-sung song of some childhood gone by. But, at least give me a fighting chance to Bend the barrel.
inspired by events and characters in Of Mice and Men