Weird Eyes

"He forges the subtile and delicate air into wise and melodious words, and gives them wings as angels of persuasion and command." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’