Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the days I wasn’t so perfect, structured or neat Rebelling against all humanity Could’t tell the difference in defeat A crooked line to follow A wrinkled brow upon the figurehead Our dreams fractured when applied Lost within reality’s pragmatism instead

Lewis Carroll

  “The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and kings” – The Walrus