A Little Longing Goes Away
The Books
Yes and no are just distinguished by
Distinction, so we choose the in-between
Give up your books and put an end
To your worries. Enjoy Central Park in spring
Our minds are empty, like we're too young
To know to smile
We know to fear what others fear
Is nonsense, right?
The books suggest we set our hearts
On doing nothing
And then nothing's left undone
Everybody's busy waiting for the go-ahead
But by then their heads are gone
Our minds are empty, grave as well as
Strange. (Take this.)
We know to seek success is utter nonsense
The best is to be blank
{Here we are. Here we are
We are antici-there it is. There it is.}