In the land of the mind
where many live yet all have died
nameless poet cried
over things that happend
as well as those that have not
over his fate he cried a lot
overwhelmed with beautiful sadness
remembering tyger\'s fearful symmetry
he cried his tearful poetry
words of a poet are his tears
and he filled his with fears and dispair and desire
his words were full of fire
shining on an endless night
without darkness there\'s no light
crying poet thought as he cried
in the land of the mind