Into love and out again, Thus I went and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen: Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Someone dropped me on my head?
If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam— And noon should burn— As it has usual done— If Birds should build as early And Bees as bustling go— One might depart at option From enterprise below! ’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie— That Commerce will continue— And Trades as briskly fly— It makes the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene— That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene!
Why should we hurry—why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No respite from the inference That this which is begun, Though where its labors lie A bland uncertainty Besets the sight This mighty night—
I'm unsure, he's unaware While still reassuring repair to cure eyes sore by keen compare with pure spots blinded in the stare.
Sweet allure within despair shy and demure, polite and fair enduring subtle not to scare For what lie low, cannot prepare poor but buy woe and bought to share swore what I know I thought was there door shut pry so as not ensnare More room to grow we sought somewhere the sun would care for none were rare to run unspun bury what's done no nightmare dare come we won't bear some- where cared by for the sun.
I drink and I drown lose myself to my friend who pretends to be Aphrodite I indulge him let him merry go round my body without sober hands pulling me like a kraken till air is the separation between coherent thought and consent You are sleeping in another town Never dreaming even of me (we aren't together) So i sleep with a friend who doesn't want to be alone who feels like a crop circle gone wrong fooled by their own conspiracies and i make myself small hoping secrets sink like Anchors