Saturday, June 28, 2008

UNDERGROUND

I want to be left alone.
I want to enjoy my solitude.
I want to find the words.
I want to understand myself.
I want to go underground.
I want to know how to do that.
I want to be invisible.
I want to feel the song playing.
I want to escape.
I want to go underground.

THE SICK ROSE

O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy

- William Blake