We never know we go, — when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate following behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
We never know we go, — when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate following behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.