| "Streets Of Dublin" | |
| If I wrote Ullysses it'd have been so boring. The complexities of my mind should carry a warning. With so much of myself in the streets of Dublin, So much of me from the walks in the morning. With my atomic structure now found in my shoes, I've done so much waking with so much left to do. If all the world's a stage and life is but a play, Why am I the lead character of this romantic tragedy? With characters of Shakespear and the plot of a Becket, oh no, I'm Richard III, though not so physically deformed and I'm here waiting for Godot. See Shakepears plays, at least they have a conclusion, But this little play is just riddled with Becket's inconclusive confusion. Everything starts where it ends, And I'm finding art on every street bend. Is it too much to ask for a little lend, Of your life with mine and all the things to do I tend? Rohan. |
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