About a cough,
Normality is a triviality,
Not very often sought.
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What is Age?
And for the Mind?Something you don’t want to face,Something you don’t want to find.
A Poet can see,
Love all that,That cannot be,And still be part of Mystery.
How beautiful the Tree that Spring has flowered,
No words can thus describe the beauty uttered,By Nature’s secretive and boundless, well.
I’ll fool you,
Take everything you’ve got,Said the weasel to the hungry rat,Just wanted to remind you,In case you forgot!
We sing, we love, we think, we dance,
We’re like no species in the world,What are we really? no one’s heard,Just little actors of the Absurd?
If we were born knowing
And had nothing to learn,All would be so boringLike butter being churned.