In eyes the color of translucence Irises dilate to hold up The light hands cannot cup; In minds the color of efflorescence Cool heads may not prevail, Hot heads may not fail; But in mindsets the color of prison walks Thoughts clog dead-end street, Clatter on tombstone feet; And most, in hearts the color of talks Spirit wields wills, Flesh, willy-nilly, nills. From wombs we come willy-nilly will Whence from ripe to rot, we rot and rot; So to tombs we go willy-nilly nill.
Notes for A Song of Willy-nilly Nill and Will There are personal traits and events that we can or cannot control. How much one can do in given circumstances depends most on one’s personality. Our birth and death are two events entirely beyond our control.
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young