01-04-2016, 05:37 PM
Our little temples here cannot pretend,
"Until the day and night come to an end"*;
And God in all His wisdom does attend,
To finishing the foolish works we've penned.
Pretend to work the fields
and search for fruit.
Pretend to work your
ass off in a suit.
But all means little
in the end
when all we do
is just pretend.
"Until the day and night come to an end"*;
And God in all His wisdom does attend,
To finishing the foolish works we've penned.
Pretend to work the fields
and search for fruit.
Pretend to work your
ass off in a suit.
But all means little
in the end
when all we do
is just pretend.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you
-T.S. Eliot (The Wasteland)
Why then Ile fit you
-T.S. Eliot (The Wasteland)

