Worse than tides
That can be predicted
On moonrise or set
They have no reason
And that distresses
For on what do they depend then?
Nothing so certain or sure
Willy nilly, irrational
Yet they are so very human.
What are we, really, without them?
Trying to find the words.
Worse than tides
That can be predicted
On moonrise or set
They have no reason
And that distresses
For on what do they depend then?
Nothing so certain or sure
Willy nilly, irrational
Yet they are so very human.
What are we, really, without them?
