All my life from place to place
Rolling stone, no moss and no face
Come and go without a trace
Drifting through this endless space

Must be beautiful, magical
you're free like a bird
No moss as you toss
through the waves of the world

I'll never be, I'll never know
Though I'm free, I've got no home
Rootless, faceless and alone
Wherever I drift, wherever I roam

Having a place, a simple pleasure
I cannot fathom, cannot measure
but what I have, I do treasure
to see, to grow, I'm free, I know.

John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.

the kid with the world in his backpack was very smart
his parents loved him very much
every morning they put the world in his backpack and sent him to school
This was cumbersome for the little one, but his legs grew strong fast
he made sure to keep his balance, as a wrong step could turn fatal
every day the world grew heavier
every day his legs grew stronger
he grew so strong he could jump with the world in his backpack
one day he gathered everyone he knew to witness how high he could jump
he compressed his legs and sprung towards the heavens
the world became unfastened by the jump
the child fell to his stomach upon landing
the world, now free-fall was so large
and his back so fragile
the child didn't even scream
as his back shattered into oblivion

When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

Take my rights away
For I have nowhere else to go
Make the sinners pay
For they have nothing else to know
Send money for the poor
For we have nothing else to give
Clock hours for the businessman
For he has nothing else to live