More than once they have thrown me into the street
for laughing where I must be crying.
for crying where I should be laughing,
to shut up where I should be talking,
for talking where I should be silent,
for speaking in a low voice of faith,
for speaking loudly of love.
More than once a year I do
something that can not be done,
I kick a stone, I raise dust
that gives a desire to cough.
I am filled with optimism,
something solemn I want to talk,
but the stone falls on me
and I can never finish.
More than once they have thrown me into the street
for not feeling respect for flowers,
for spilling food on the tablecloths,
for giving my children alcohol,
for undressing my women in a hurry.
More than once I have no fun:
more than once I have no invitation.
More than once a year I do
something that can not be done,
I kick a stone, I raise dust
that gives a desire to cough.
I am filled with optimism,
something solemn I want to talk,
but the stone falls on me
and I can never finish.
More than once they have thrown me into the street
for running where the sick sleep,
for smoking in theater boxes,
for making a face at my teacher,
for wearing the hemlock in his pocket
since I went to school with a dog,
since they broke my head
for talking too much about horror,
and tell a fisherman killer.
More than once a year I do
something that can not be done,
I kick a stone, I raise dust
that gives a desire to cough.
I am filled with optimism,
something solemn I want to talk,
but the stone falls on me
and I can never finish.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)