Friday, January 27, 2006

Suicide, Penguins, Bad Poets, Dreams, And Dreamers

Down the street I went
What for?
Who cares?

You can't worry about why
When you're getting ready to die

There are days when I wait for something
That isn't about to come
I need an absolute release

But,
What good is a dead man?
What good is a penguin in the Virginia summer?
What good is a bad poet?
What good is a dream that cannot come true?
What good is a dreamer of dreams that cannot come true?
What good is anything?

What for?
Who cares?
Down the street I go

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