Not a movie star, not a rock star, not a celebrity
Not a prime minister, not a rocket scientist, and not an inventor
Not a banker, a businessman, a teacher, or a tradesman, or any kind of authority
He passes by lightly, and you mightn't notice he came at all
You could tell him a thousand words and not one would fall to the ground
But in brevity he will declare one or two, and someone will say: 'Did he say anything?'
No, no, he's not a shy, hidden talent, or in the least bit interesting
As plain as day, as sure as night - he is as dirt
And nothing is important to him, nothing
You could give the world to him, promote him to the highest rank
Lord him, adore him, pledge your very soul
But nothing is important to him, nothing
Except life
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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