"Impulse is master",
said the learned man.
"It brings disaster
to a pondered plan."
*But what about choice?
That's what I've been taught.*
Trying speech, no voice
came, instead forethought
echoed through my head:
speak, and you'll be trapped!
I sat, mute as lead;
the man, smiling, clapped.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
"Impulse is master",
said the learned man.
"It brings disaster
to a pondered plan."
*But what about choice?
That's what I've been taught.*
Trying speech, no voice
came, instead forethought
echoed through my head:
speak, and you'll be trapped!
I sat, mute as lead;
the man, smiling, clapped.
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