There are two kinds...

by Davy   May 3, 2008


Those who question worry free
Those who don't live blissfully

From day through night, wound up tight
From dusk till dawn, without a yawn

One remembers, never forgets
One has peace, but soon regrets

Live to know, live to see
Live to follow, live to be

Ignorant, no, knowing too much
Ignorant, perhaps, not seen as such

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