name your worst fear and it will not depart
it's never been enough to know what's there
the job we do cannot become an art
name your worst fear and it will not depart
you think that secrets are safe in your heart
nothing that's hidden can just disappear
name your worst fear and it will not depart
it's never been enough to know what's there
your job in life is more than just to care
about the needs that each of us must face
the things we most delight in turn to air
your job in life is more than just to care
we haven't learnt that there's no time to spare
if we are to give each their honest place
your job in life is more than just to care
the things we most delight in turn to air
there's not one thing left that you ought to dare
the ending's been implicit from the start we
leave the honest ones to pause and stare
there's not one thing left that you ought to dare
we've set the building stones decently square
and having done that we have played our part
there's not one thing left that you ought to dare
the ending's been implicit from the start
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
05 July 2007
what's known to be true
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