don't care

don't care
don't care
don't care.
there are very good kinds of reckless
and bad kinds of reckless.
and some kinds of reckless that are fighting the good fight
and some kinds of reckless that should just leave it alone.
i am reckless in love,
and it's killing me.
so, i'll be reckless without her.
but before i go,
one last plea, naturally, borrowed from shakespeare:

"O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lover's meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty, -
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure."

and now, for a well deserved sandwich.