A Little Longing Goes Away

Yes and no are just distinguished by Distinction, so we choose the in-between Give up your books and put an end To your worries. Enjoy Central Park in spring Our minds are empty, like we're too young To know to smile We know to fear what others fear Is nonsense, right? The books suggest we set our hearts On doing nothing And then nothing's left undone Everybody's busy waiting for the go-ahead But by then their heads are gone Our minds are empty, grave as well as Strange. (Take this.) We know to seek success is utter nonsense The best is to be blank {Here we are. Here we are We are antici-there it is. There it is.}