Often times I wonder
as I sit in my little car
in my little town
with my little friends
if the world is bigger than I?
Then I realize this life is too short to squander
and the past is now too far
to keep yesterdays frown
for life never truly ends
And I smile secretly at the sky
They tell me that the romantics
had a curious way about
the way they loved and hated
and the things of which they wrote
Their love is better best forgotten now
Still they amazed me with their antics
their scandals the world still loves to shout
the way they so simply and wordily stated
like the world's chaos was their little note
So in their image, do I dare to grow?
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 7:36 PM UTC
Often times I wonder
as I sit in my little car
in my little town
with my little friends
if the world is bigger than I?
Then I realize this life is too short to squander
and the past is now too far
to keep yesterdays frown
for life never truly ends
And I smile secretly at the sky
They tell me that the romantics
had a curious way about
the way they loved and hated
and the things of which they wrote
Their love is better best forgotten now
Still they amazed me with their antics
their scandals the world still loves to shout
the way they so simply and wordily stated
like the world's chaos was their little note
So in their image, do I dare to grow?
This is what I get for reading Woodsworth too young, though honestly darling, is it ever too young to go against the flow?