In a puddle I ponder
Of love, hope and wonder
If I could wash away my innocence
In muddy puddles of rain
Would it make me any more insane?
If I could drink an ounce of joy
And love that tramp for who he is
Would I know all the answers to the next quiz?
If I could cheat the wealth of an obstinate fool
After counting each blessed sin
Would I be allowed to evil grin?
If I could measure darkness
Of an empty room
Would hearts be filled with that much gloom?
If I could confide in a summer ray
And anchor hope on bashful pride
Would you bother to choose a side?
If I could thread sparked thought on a spindle
And weave enough to make a skirt
Would I still be dreaming here on earth?