07-15-2011, 05:23 AM
Today, I had this brilliant idea that I
would sit outside
to let the wind dry
my tears
and the bird's lullaby soothe
my aching mind
But...
like most of my brilliant ideas,
this one
backfired
because the wind reminded me
of the freedom I lack
and the birds made me realize
no one is here
to listen to my song
would sit outside
to let the wind dry
my tears
and the bird's lullaby soothe
my aching mind
But...
like most of my brilliant ideas,
this one
backfired
because the wind reminded me
of the freedom I lack
and the birds made me realize
no one is here
to listen to my song
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
-Bertolt Brecht
-Bertolt Brecht

