The Bard
He is not what he was and he laments he thinks he conforms yet he dies He is rigid and lifeless and he laments he thinks he knows yet he denies He is not what he was and he laments he is shackled and bound yet he abides He is not what he was and he laments his inability to sing and his relentless demise. He is not;- now he attempts to be what he was but I can tell you and he will lament the truth.