2003-02-10 - 12:30 a.m.
There is no value in what I wish Feast or famine it will come The future that is in my hand Like any other ordinary man Who begets his timely fate To come what may on the dying day A drama written left untold In my mind it all unfolds In my own universe that I control Petty the outside world that will not know They mean nothing Care not I will for what they say My fellow men share not my state Yet their manners I will not berate As I embark on my own I will not regret Everything that has been said Everything that had been left But I will not forget |