When I was young and the world was small
I learned some rules to make words sing
As the world got bigger and I grew up
The word rules changed into this thing
No more rhythms, no more rhymes
Words lost the careful carelessness they had
Verse became just fancy printed prose
I'm not convinced that this isn't bad
I learned some rules to make words sing
As the world got bigger and I grew up
The word rules changed into this thing
No more rhythms, no more rhymes
Words lost the careful carelessness they had
Verse became just fancy printed prose
I'm not convinced that this isn't bad