did you hear my covert narcissism
i disguise as altruism
like some kind of congressman
(tale as old as time)
i wake up screaming from dreaming
one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving
and life will lose all its meaning
(for the last time)
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.