If I could dance out in the rain,
Atop a train,
Without the pain,
Do you think it would refrain
From causing this to be my bane?
Or my sanity to feign?
Or causing me to feel this pain?
Tell me then, what would it gain?
What of me would then remain?
In this world full of disdain,
It could no longer me detain.
I could then start my campaign,
To find a place where I could lain,
Along with all the others slain,
And peace again we could regain.
And with no doubt then ascertain,
That everything... is vain. |