Thursday, June 22, 2006
Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.
Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.
But in the trust of habit is a silent partner,
A ready beat to burden the populace into it.
I said always the criminal is then losing us,
He is winning in a jackpot what amounts to something.