Just because you are not involved you don't mind Just because it is not happening to you
You don't mind
Is that how we want to live
Wait , forget about we ...
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
... Read complete poem