| miniver cheevy
miviver cheevy, child of scorn,
grew lean while he assailed the seasons:
he wept that he was every born,
and he had reasons.
miniver loved the days of old
when swords were bright and steeds were prancing
the vision of a warrior bold
would set him dancing
miniver sighed for what he was not,
and dreamed, and rested from his labors;
he dreamed of thebes and camelot,
and priam's neighbors.
miniver mourned the ripe renown
that made so many a name fragrant;
he mounred romance, now on the town,
and art, a vagrant.
miniver loved the medici,
albeit he had never seen one;
he would have sinned incessantly
could he have been one.
miniver cursed the commonplace
and eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
he missed the medival grace
of iron clothing.
minver scored the gold he sought,
but sore annoyed was he without it;
minver thougth, and thought, and thought,
and thought about it.
minver chevvey, born too late,
scratched hs head and kept on thinking;
minver coughed, and called it fate,
and kept on drinking.
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| and if you're saying goodbye
please don't you think me bitter
for reacalling every rhyme
from the book, the page, the line, word, the letter |
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| does anyone else love it when they're too busy to think?
or to worry about something that's really bothering them? |
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| im beginning to doubt very much that there is such a thing as satisfaction.
a lasting sense of it, of course. |
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| ok so here's something i wrote from my  . sorry if it doesn't make sense but maybe it's good if you all know it i guess.
to invest oneself completely
to open up all doors
requires a ceratin-strength shall we say
which i seem to lack
or maybe it's in ones character
or perhaps it just takes work
to dredge up all your feelings
and share them with another
perhaps it can't be done
sometimes things just can't be explained
emotions that have to describing words
make up most of what i feel
and to let someone see inside my mind
and think me to be crazy
or just not to understand
is just something i don't care to do
since i myself cannot really comprehend
or understand why i feel the way i do
i get jealous, i get nervous, impatient, angry, apathetic
for no apparent reason when i know
that that isn't the way i should be feeling
because it's not "normal"
does everyone else feel the same
but also decide not to share?
perhaps that's the problem
maybe i'm not crazy after all
but then again-i could be
but life isn't long enough for me to care
what's considered "crazy"
bound by restrictions and conformity which i impose upon myself
is not a way i'd choose to live
so i will try and open and share more often
or at least attempt to explain what i mean
instead of saying nothing at all.
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