It was foolish to think I could make it

Just a lie to my eyes wrapped in wool

For every step that I’ve gained there’s two taken

And I’m learning that life is too cruel

To give you a smile without blood loss

Or a haunting of memory’s refrain

A step forward without coming a steep cost

A heart wash-worn and covered in stains


Chase me down and pull my hair

And pull a punch, see I’m not scared

I’ll blind your sides to light

You’ll never catch me unprepared

Whether called to truth or dare

I’m the type that they call rare,

Always raring for a fight

But fight’s not fit for finer things

And I’ve run to ground the hope that brings

A whisper of a heart that sings

A dawning to my life

that would break these cobweb strings

Then eyesight light across would ring

But instead this darkness stings

But I at least was right


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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