Who's the teacher?
Who gets taught?
Walking on a telephone wire,
I DEMANDED service,
of myself;
Yet from another,
I frothed and
finally seized with sense,
Said,
"SAM: I AM"
The crowd would not believe,
so for a moment I doubted, hesitated,
ran my fingers through my hair and waited.
I felt my money dwindling down,
My life blood growing cold.
The sweat swelled up and smelled bad, awful
so my enemy, terrible, horrible;
My showdow, knew,
I knew, he knew,
I sweat.
I never sweated,
like that before, and it was great, great because there
was absolutely
NO REASON
for it.
I didn't even imagine it,
I told myself.
The past never was, then?
The future is an illusion now?
Only this present.To You, for heaven's sake;
God!
It's at least,
Love, No?
Right.
Tomorrow, maybe
It's be like yesterday.
Nothing.
But Today?
We do have today.