But as is the rule of all good things, they end. And with the closing verses of the song echoing in my ears and the torment of mosquitoes getting unbearable, i walked back in, switched on the light and grabbed the nearest book, in vain hope of getting something through before sleep takes over.But alas!
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
In the wells of silence.
Another day gone, another day wasted! I care?