Fools rush in
And I’ve been fooled before,
This time I’m gonna slow it down,
Cause I think this could be more,
The thing I’m looking for
Home becomes what you’re scared of the most.
by e.e. cummings
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
of a good universe next door; let’s go