meet me at the doors of tomorrow....wala lang

gibberish spell

do i
dare compare
these days
to days
of long ago
and then?
should
i marry
tomorrow
and kill
today?
Should
I climb
up a hill
and sit
and be still
and chill
and will
myself
to kill
more than
to deal
with this
ordeal,
this meal
of roasted
eel?
Should I sing
with the king
that sits alone
on his throne
and gnaws
on a bone
til his crowns
are all blown?
should I clap
to this attack
and act
to react
and be tacked
to this shack,
away from
the pack?
should
i marry
tomorrow
and kill
today?
who knows?