You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
Nobody loses all the time.
Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
...and down they forgot as up they grew.
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
love is the every only god