I sleep and I doze
And I wake and rose
From that place where I had been thinking about prose
Of thoughts in my head
And thoughts that I’ve said
And thousands of books that I wish I had read
So I stand here and gawk
At those people who walk
And always always do nothing but talk
So I think, what is it that’s in me
That’s better than thee
Or is it just something impossible to see
Things that are better than prose written thoughts
Actions much bigger than wouldn’t and oughts
And people much nicer that those that I know
And actions much kinder than those that I show
There are things that are out there that I’ve yet to see
And the only possibility to know what they’ll be
Is to just wait and see
Just
Wait and see.
~RTB in Padova 3/14/04
