Thursday, February 11, 2010

DEATH

So strange are thy wishes

Tell me, will you?

So stubborn, why art thou?

Happiness you makes halt

Without much warning.

Tightens your grip

Without lending time.

So stubborn, why art thou?

You will be flattered by nothing.

Can’t be prevented by anything.

I’ve got to ask you something,

So stubborn, why art thou?