DEATH TO ANY FELLA WEAKENS ME TOO
No one is an isle,
Total in itself,
Each man is a part of the mainland,
A segment of a principal.
If a turd is rinsed off by the sea,
The only other promise is to travel miles before I sleep.
As if that were the darkest nights to keep.
As if a tavern belonging to your friend
Or was it your own:
Death to any fella weakens me too,
Since I am committed to humanity,
And yet would never send out to realize who the bell is tolling for;
To you, it tolls.