we know that every dream will just go smash
our hopes and happiness will simply fly
and all our longed-for beauties turn to ash
there'll be some moment just before the crash
when we may just be able to ask why
we know that every dream will just go smash
our parents knew the burden and the lash
yet we sought with all vanity to reach high
and all our longed-for beauties turn to ash
the monster that's to come will gnaw and gnash
not one who praises us will hear our cry
we know that every dream will just go smash
we thought the doomsters were just raw and rash
but now their honesty none can deny
and all our longed-for beauties turn to ash
our victories just vanish in a flash
defeat and desolation we'll descry
we know that every dream will just go smash
and all our longed-for beauties turn to ash
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
06 June 2007
the voice of cassandra
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