Windows Login Beat Poetry
I asked myself,
How many lines I can write,
While my Windows 7 Starts,
It’s already four lines,
Yet my Windows still likes,
To welcome me,
With a crisp blue scree,
And an eerie circle that,
Goes round and round and round and round.
| — | Badlands - Bruce Springsteen |
“Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape
We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape
City’s just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away”
Bob Dylan, the poet, the prophet, the voice of eternal truths, whose has a real problem with the word truth.
