crass attitudes and tame tempers, so lame

where did you learn to yell so quietly?

a king can’t abdicate without furiously talking himself into shame

if we had decided to preach our prowess tirelessly

we wouldn’t have ended up drowning among our sorrows

come on now, Gorgias, you cannot tell me that its so

sometimes I just want to sleep without dreaming anymore

it doesn’t take an idiot to see that time won’t let go

but you cannot tell me I cannot try to escape, however sore

I might find myself when we pitted, our fists to throw

against each other as we each cried for the other’s soul