Say there’s a boy that has two dreams,
One concerns business, one fishing in streams;
But which is the more real my friend?
A wolf licked an Eskimo’s blood-covered knife,
Licked it till it cut-up and bled out its life;
But are wolves’ impulses wrong my friend?
I saw a terrible play with a terrible end
And horrid lines no writer could mend;
But do you think I missed the point my friend?
Upon a time a boy loved a girl,
Loved her like a casket locked upon a pearl;
But what is truest love my friend?
Someone opened a door and let a dog in,
Unaware of where most strays have been;
But what is real kindness my friend?
One hundred slaves wept at their fortune,
United, killed the tyrant, and began to run;
But don’t they still work for their livings my friend?
I found a pocket watch in a patch of tall grass,
Hoped selfishly, watched centuries pass;
But weren't we told time heals wounds my friend?
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
Say there’s a boy that has two dreams,
One concerns business, one fishing in streams;
But which is the more real my friend?
A wolf licked an Eskimo’s blood-covered knife,
Licked it till it cut-up and bled out its life;
But are wolves’ impulses wrong my friend?
I saw a terrible play with a terrible end
And horrid lines no writer could mend;
But do you think I missed the point my friend?
Upon a time a boy loved a girl,
Loved her like a casket locked upon a pearl;
But what is truest love my friend?
Someone opened a door and let a dog in,
Unaware of where most strays have been;
But what is real kindness my friend?
One hundred slaves wept at their fortune,
United, killed the tyrant, and began to run;
But don’t they still work for their livings my friend?
I found a pocket watch in a patch of tall grass,
Hoped selfishly, watched centuries pass;
But weren't we told time heals wounds my friend?
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