I should have been told, I should have walked slower
listened to the birds, and waved and smiled more too
Do
I regret not dancing more ? Yes, but I was hurt
I was wounded by the callousness of those who were older
And
angrier than I were, a cycle of anger, for we
seem all fit for the crown of a prince, we wave to those
who
have no notion, no guide, no table to sit and dine in
For the fowl error of yesterday, one joy, like the sun
Like
the crimes, who where forgotten by cowardly men
As vanity became our principal. I adorn my humility
with
a sense of existance, robbing my hand of the lust
of the death, of the kiss re-freshed, and I showed her, I missed
the hour
most...
for the reminded me, they held me, and
passed my heart
