Dead Poet Society

They went to the woods to live more deliberate,

To crawl in the rocks like a bear or a hermit

And take on new names, new goals and new hearts,

Discarding their old lives, dropping the old parts.

The lies, the work, the boredom, the struggle,

The same same same dull ditchwater bubbles

As they drown and choke on their corporate lives

In their suits and their ties that will eat them alive.

So into the woods is where they escape

Through the trees, rushing by in their coats and their capes.

But I don’t need their counter to all that they hate.

If they want it, then give it them, see what they make

With their yawp and their captain and blind bitter rage,

As they snarl and they rattle the public school cage

That only exists because they put it there,

Not to taunt or to tease or to hurt or to scare.

If they’d only let go, let it pass them on by,

Not to fester and moulder and quietly die,

But to dream and to dance in the peace of their heads,

To laugh and to cry in their journals and beds

And for all of the world to look like they care.

Not to hide like a coward in that sylvan lair.