I have not forgotten grammar.I am trying to say it the wat we used wheb I was in theNorth
Afraid of sinking sands and silent death
Losing my identity, your wrath
That is a place of beauty I could die
As other people sauntered gaily by
I used to see great tigers in my dreams
I could not breathe and neither could I scream
I lay there stiffly like a stolen corpse
Waiting for a wooden cart and horse
The Tilley lamp began to hiss and moan
As if aware of menaces unknown
All alone with flu I lay in bed
Daddy, can’t you come back in my head?
Dad and I would chat, sat in the park
After losing him, I rarely spoke
Now I see why I didn’t speak until I had to to make money
But why give lectures on mathematics?
Mute: learn Calculus and dwell on infinity
