The wind is strong
At the start
Of the wooded path,
Which is not long.
As I pass
To it’s heart
There is no song.
But, near the end
Of the path
I hear your song
Again, my friend.
Song
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The wind is strong
At the start
Of the wooded path,
Which is not long.
As I pass
To it’s heart
There is no song.
But, near the end
Of the path
I hear your song
Again, my friend.
Shall I sit out this dance
As the dancers prance
Heedlessly by.
Why
On occasions Can I not join in
With my companions and grin?
The song
Of the throng
Helps me forget
And yet
I am not as other men,
For when
I smile
There is, all the while
Within
The knowledge of this temporary din.
Others see it to
But construe
Me speaking of such a thing
As bad form and bring
The conversation around
To matters less profound.
But, when they are alone
Do they not think on skin and bone?
I can reduce my companions to laughter
With my jokes, but after
Our fun
Is done
Closing time will come.
I love this song by Lana Del Rey http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HO1OV5B_JDw