Fuck Comic Sans.

C'est le malaise du moment,
L'épidémie qui s'étend.
La fête est finie on descend,
Les pensées qui glacent la raison.
Paupières baissées, visage gris.
Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit.
On ouvre le loquet de la grille,
Du taudis qu'on appelle maison.

Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me, protect me.

Protège-moi, protège-moi.

Sommes nous les jouets du destin,
Souviens toi des moments divins.
Planants, éclatés au matin,
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls.
Perdus les rêves de s'aimer,
Le temps où on avait rien fait.
Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer,
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls.

Protège-moi de mes désirs.

Come back to me awhile.

The atom will implode.
The fragile kingdom fall.
The tremor becomes a quake.
And there's a body in the lake.

And as the two of us rebel,
Damn you all to hell.
I wonder is this all there is?

Time will help you through,
But it doesn't have the time.
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.


i) Priss of the year awards. (Y)
ii) Placebo was amazing. (Y)
iii) Found my iPod. (Y)
iv) Christmas holidays. (Y)
v) Staff nights out. (Y)
vi) Phone calls. (Y)
vii) €€€€€€€€€€€€€. (Y)
viii) Not spending as much time as I'd like with family. (N)
ix) Darren Power crashing into us. (N)
x) Steven getting "whiplash". (N)
xi) Breaking the boot. (N)
xii) Stopped for speeding and being noisy. (N)
xiii) Lack of €€€€€€€€€€€€€ for all the right things. (N)


And now to elaborate:

i) Congratulations to Pat Fanning on winning priss of the year. It wasn't easy being that prissy, but you did what had to be done. Beyond the call of duty just to act the priss, wha'?

ii) Oh my God. Placebo. PlaceboPlaceboPlacebo. "I wish it was tangible, so I could touch it and it wouldn't be over". If only.

iii) Found my iPod. Ecstatic. Jelly Car agus Toast arís.

iv) Christmas holidays will be predominantly work filled. Yay.

v) Staff gatherings eff tee double you. "Vous parlez francais, Martin?" "Ahh fuck off."

vi) Just love you.

vii) Best girl.

viii) Hmm. Kinda shit. Communications have reached a record low. Don't like this.

ix) Shur, Darren Power, shur, has no brakes, shur.

x) LOL @ Steve.

xi) Snapped righ' off. Made my day, that did.

xii) "What speed were you doing?"
"Ehhh, back there? . . . . Risked."

xiii) Worst girl.





Awh, stop, not at all, none o' your nonsense.

I'm Sorry That I Lost My Mind.

Where to start, wha'?

WIT open day tomorrow. Should be good. Well, it'd want to be. Multimedia Application Development 2k10? That sounds weird. But a fantastic back-up plan nonetheless.

Starting to get sick of things again. Need a change. Need a break.
I guess there's always glam' rock to cheer me up, innit?
"Steel Panther: We fucked your Mom back in the 80s. Ask her."

I know things aren't easy at the moment. But, they rarely are. And I know this is different, but it's nothing you can't overcome. One day at a time. No one expects any more than that. Fight today's urge. It's just 'til the end of the day, then it's over. I believe you.

Maybe life didn't want this part of me. . .
Maybe you sucked the life right outta me.

Actually love you more and more everyday.
XIII - III - MMVII <3

Vinegar.

Mega long weekend, innit? Wicked excited tbh. Risking Clegg's Saturday night though. Not entirely sure if I should. Something awful is going to happen, always does. Going out in Carrick isn't good for me. So what precautions do I take to ensure a hassle-free evening's entertainment? Perhaps I'll bully Walsh into the "disco". Not that he'd take a tremendous amount of convincing, but it'd be nice. Love Walsh.

Feeling rather disgruntled about the cancellation of this strike. Fuckin' sell-outs.

Did you know Bill Cosby was in a porno'? No, neither did I.

Clonmel Park is going to be trés fancy. And with the absence of Nigel and Kevin, things are only looking better. "I'll go if there's confetti falling from the ceiling during the dancing." No, you won't. It's a debs, for fuck sake. You don't waltz. You consume extensive quantities of alcohol and dance like a knack' with ADD.

Hopefully those guys'll be there again. "We were in the school fashion show and the principal fucked us ou' 'cause we were twisted!" What good girls.

Anyway, I've Gealt? homework to be doin'. Even though it's clearly not coming up in the exam. Fuck sake, Finton.
"I didn't change me name to Jesus, either."
"Oh the funny man, wha'?"

Ch'afterz. Comment? I'd say I'll rtf, but tbh, I rarely do, unless provoked. S'not that I don't love you.
;D

4 7 2 3 9 8 5
I gotta breathe to stay alive.
And 1 4 2 9 7 8
Feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
14 16 22
This skin that turns to blister blue.

Shoulders toes and knees,
I'm 36 degrees.

Punjab O' Reilly.

"What I do today is important, because I am paying a day of my life for it. What I accomplish must be worthwhile, because the price is so high."

Just so you know, I will stop having such pathetically short blog posts.
There'll be a long one soon, don't you worry.

What am I doing about it, you ask? Well, evidently, not an awful lot.

StumbleUpon

• Lawyer: "When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning you and she, with him to the station?"
• Other Lawyer: "Objection. That question should be taken out and shot."

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

What a terrific day.

Exhausted.
FML.

You made things better though.
Tu es ma raison d'etre.
<3

Hates tha', boi!

"There's something I'm going to tell you. I've been waiting ten years to say this, but I finally feel tha-" "Cool story, bro'."

Damn.

Forever Endeavour.

Mama said talk this out and resolve.
Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve.
Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool,
Half-with-it, half-wit, half finished high school.
Give you a piece of my mind, but I know you want it splattered.
Heard you like your women like you like your shrimp, you like �'em battered?
Wife beater, perfectly fitting apparel.
Where's your brother Daryl? Where's your other brother Daryl?
Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare,
Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs, but do I care?
No, sorry, I'm a lover, not a fighter, commit your crime.
I'll be glad to do your girlfriend, I'll be glad that you do time.
Here's the deal I cop a feel, you cop a plea, but get the maximum,
Now we both got records, but the difference is mine's platinum.
Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp in your cell now though alone,
When you're choking your chicken, your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone.

I despise routine. With a fucking passion. Though I imagine a routine I wanted to be in wouldn't be all bad. Then again, I'm sure something would crop up, and destroy that, too.

I'm worried about you.

This is late, 'sidering I have a calculus test tomorrow. Oh noes.

"Shur, Darren Power, shur. Doesn't drive a car today shur. Walks everywhere shur!"

29 days 'till Placebo.

Fuck Grapes of Wrath. And fuck you, Myley Cyrus. I'll get it from the library, and pose having bought it.

Love you though. Best friends as well, shur, innit? <3 style="font-style: italic;">

People.

Ever notice how so many people you know have a dark, murky underlying side to them that you don't see? You might not see it yourself, but someone else might. Or you may notice glimpses of the truth shining out of the cracks at places that can't quite be glossed over.

Either way, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, these people exist. And I am, by no means, exempt from this, but it irritates me. And in many instances, it's not the most typical, banal, fade-into-the-background person, it's the person that everyone respects, and idolises that's got the more impenetrable, arcane doppelgänger. And it's the innocent, undeserving ones who get enthralled by the artificial, concocted personality, that are left in the wake of their carnage, surrounded by desolation. Whilst the deluding, deceiving egotist swindles their way out of any of the repercussions.

People are ludicrously obtuse. For the most intelligent life form on earth, we're often quite fucking dense.

An apology of sorts.

My posts have been horrendous of late, haven't they?
But really, there's not a lot I can do about that.

Saturday was the best. Up, followed by dancing to Dirty Diana and ridiculous, unexplained amounts of glam rock. Tha's what I'm about. Not forgetting walking home at two in the morning with a bag of cider, disco biscuits and phone calls about Jimmy Cawley. How I love you, Jimmy. . "There's God's house! Well, God! You're some man!"

She said I have to go home,
'Cause I'm real tired, you see.
But I hate sleepin' alone,
Why don't you come with me?
I said my 'baby's at home.
She's probably worried tonight,
I didn't call on the phone to
Say that I'm alright.'

Diana walked up to me,
She said 'I'm all yours tonight.'
At that I ran to the phone,
Sayin' 'baby I'm alright.'
I said 'but unlock the door,
Because I forgot the key.'
She said 'he's not coming back,
Because he's sleeping with me!'

:')

Let's pretend there's nothing wrong; we've learned our lesson.

Love Thomas <3

I'm a clown and you're a thief, drenched in blood it tastes so sweet.

You can give up if you like.
Your head's lying down at your feet.
You can call on the phone,
anytime you want to talk to me.
If you know who you are,
you can always go around and see.
If you don't and you're scared,
concentrate and grit your teeth.

I'm watching the radio, because I don't compare.
I'm watching the radio, but it's the television looking at me.

Fate fell short this time.

Well, I'm scared of my reflection.
Is it mine or is it yours?
And I swear I hear the knocking,
But there's no one at the door.
Don't think I'm losing my perspective,
'Cause I know one thing for sure.
They've been watching, they've been listening,
Every whisper, every word.

I had something truly amazing to blog about tonight, but alas, I've forgotten, completely. So you're stuck with the same old drivel. Well, not strictly stuck with it, there are no hostages here, you're free to leave at any time. Though I do wish you wouldn't. Numbers are dwindling and all that.

I fair need a haircut. Anyone any suggestions? I want something that's effortlessly majestic.

Also, a new development in knacker fighting. Someone's fightin' ya, righ'? All ya hav'ta do is punch their hands, then their hands'll be too sore to hit you back. Tellin' ya, boi.

Anyway, I'll return when I remember my original and undoubtedly amazing topic for tonight.

"I NEED this!"

What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain?
When reality�'s just light interpreted by your brain.
And if mine and your perceptions ain�'t one and the same,
Which one of us is normal and which one is insane?
The skin never forgets a deep abrasion,
Yet your brain often forgets deep conversations.
This annoys me, due to the nature of humanity,
Wan'na remember the good, not just the bad things that happened to me.
And yeah, I understand my mind's an intricate tapestry,
So is the skin, and that still records damage, see
This scar above my eyebrow'�s from when I was a kid,
And my skin has kept a record of the damage I did.
Twenty some years down the line from that very day,
Documentation of carelessness and the price that you pay.
Yet, this over complex brain that sits inside of my head,
Can'�t remember the last thing to me my friend J said.
I don�t want to be just devoid of desire.
I don�t want to be another bird on the wire.
I don�t want to be just a long on the fire.
I don�t want to be that at all.

I got a heart rate that�s erratic,
I guess God fucked up the schematic.
I can�t hack it, and I panic and that makes it go pneumatic,
Causing landslides t-t-t-tearing up my insides.
Sometimes I think I'�ll live forever, but I know I won�'t.
When I really should be working on my flow I don�'t,
I just sit here and read extracts from this note I wrote,
Trying to find something that is worth a quote.
Fixing up mad bitches like lobotomy stitches,
When I hit a tight rhyme, see my leg it twitches.
I ain'�t into this game for the fame or riches.
Good to write tight rhymes, street poems and scriptures.
Now what�'s the point I�'m making? Why I am saying this out loud?
Am I convincing myself? Or pandering to the crowd?
You could hear every word, you would still never know me,
Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars, but he�'ll still be Spicoli.

<3

With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face.

I fucking love the Arctic Monkeys. Now that I've gotten that off my chest. .

Tell ya what i fookin' hate? When people insist on an absolute absence of any form of punctuation in their written communications. That is, of course, with the exception of 4,000 exclamation marks after "lol". What're you trying to emphasise? Shut up. Read things. Learn.

I wish I was shit at my job. Then these 12 to 9:30 days would be a thing of the past. Wishful thinking to the maxxxx.

"On April 5th, 1984,
The London Palladium was the scene of Tommy's show once more.
It was a full house and he had the crowd eating out of his hand,
Everything, as usual, seemed completely unplanned.
And in what seemed like a finale, Tommy dropped to the floor,
Causing the room to erupt into laughter and applause.
The curtain closed, lights went up and there was no encore,
Everybody left their seats and headed for the door.
Unbeknownst to them, they had witness Tommy Cooper's death.
He had given his all until he had nothing left.
Now please note, that at the moment that this entertainer died,
Even with a room full of people not one tear was cried.
Much less, they rose to their feet as they laughed and clapped,
Now tell me one fucking thing that's more beautiful than that."

Swimmin' hole.

Contrary to popular belief, Tiesto is not, in fact, "the besto".

I can't really type on this laptop, so I'll keep this short.

Saturday was the best day I've had in weeks. I really needed it.
"Next! What do you want?"
"World peace!"
"Ahh will ya fuck off, you're barred."

If I go to college, I won't have a car anymore. This dstresses me. What kind of incentive is that to do well, eh? Opinions/ideas/guidance?

"I don't ever want to hate you,
It's not part of the plan.
So keep your charm where I can't see it,
And your hands where I can."

The Day We Caught The Train.

I'm so fucking sick. Of being sick. And being bored. And worrying about college. And sitting at home. And going to work. And the Internet not working. And my room not being tidy. And not being able to study. And my Xbox not connecting. And FarmVille being a complete and utter douche. And neglecting this blog.

But alas, no longer will the latter be a problem. For I will rectify my tardy ways.

It's fookin' hot in here, it is.

I want it to just be Saturday now, so I won't have to think about any of these things. And everything'll feel right. And I can stop sounding like such a little bitch. And I can stop saying 'and'. Fifteen times so far, not bad goin', boi.

"And just like the movies, we play out our last scene. You won't cry, I won't scream."

I finally finished The Book Thief, (I know, I'm a disgrace) and I wish I hadn't. It was sad, not altogether unexpected, but sad nonetheless. Poor Rudy.
"He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.

She was the book thief without the words.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain."

And I'm off, bringing my and count to 22, in case you're interested. Ch'after, boii.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death.

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

I think I might have started studying today. I really don't know though. What does studying feel like? This is all new to me.

School is killing me, of late. Fer srs. Three classes of the head today and yesterday. "Haaam, c equals f lambda." Ugh.

Cannot write blogs atm. Giz a bitta inspiration?

"You'd be way better off with beer."

I love Pa Moore. Toughest second year ever, boi.
"Pa, I heard a rumour you can fight three people at once, is that true?"
*Laces into the nearest three people.*
". . You're a machine, Pa."

De réir a chéile a thogtar na caisleán.

So sick of Irish debates. Honestly, what is the point?
And, while I'm on the subject of giving out about Irish class, if passing the Leaving Cert depends on me having an Irish notes copy, surely it'd be put on a book list at the start of the year? Fuck off, Finton.

Lately my phone is really slow, and when you're typing a text, it takes ages for the letters on the screen to catch up with you, and now msn is doing it. . And I know I'm not that fast, so, is my life slowing down or something? Let's hope not.

Contemplating Twitter. Has it really come down to this? I feel like I'm the Internet's bitch.

Fucking love Lostprophets. I missed this.

You're perfect.
Yes, it's true.
But without me,
you're only you.

There, there, baby, it's just text book stuff, It's in the a-b-c of growing up.

Work yesterday. Somewhere in the midst of that harrowing 11-8 shift, a thought occurred to me. Whilst staring into a bucket of ice, I noticed one ice cube, though spherical in shape, that had fallen out of the bucket. All the "cubes" had been there the same amount of time, yet, this solitary sphere had started to melt.

Was this a reflection on human life? That if all of us pieces of ice don't maintain integrity, and stick together, as it were, we too will melt away to nothing? That interdependence is key to survival? Or, alternatively, was this just me being gay?

Either way, you're reading about it. So who's gay now? ;)

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-Czech it out.

Home. Quite a shock, if I'm honest. Forty degrees to twelve in two hours. What's that about like?

So glad to be home. It was really really good, all the same. I will miss pints of Strongbow at 1 and 2 in the afternoon though. And everyone. I miss everyone. It's strange how attached you get after only just a week.

On a more annoying note, my phone is like, totally focked. 'Focked' didn't come up in the spell checker thing just now. Yayz. But yeah, if you text me in the last number of days, I apologise. I have regressed to the seemingly stone age form of communication that is conversation. Perhaps I'll get a carrier pigeon. Wouldn't that be cheaper than a phone? Not quite as instant, but, a little more personal, y'know?

Actually, nah. Hate pigeons, boi.

A Change of Heart.

Suddenly, I couldn't care less how school goes tomorrow.
Because I actually have the best girlfriend in the world. And I know everyone says that. But this is different. And, I know everyone says that too, but you just don't spend 902 days with someone who is merely mediocre. Knowing that no matter how bad school could turn out, I'll always have her to complain about it to and then laugh it off, is the most indescribably relieving feeling you could imagine. Or not imagine, as it were. Two and a half years and it still sometimes doesn't feel real.

I love you. Always.

x

Love Steals Us From Loneliness.

;)

What a little bitch. Honestly, what the fuck? If you can't be happy unless you're miserable, surely you understand that that's an awful existence, so why feel a reoccurring need to drag down everyone around you? Those that you "love"? Idk. Just fuck off, yeah?

"Ehh, si, a correcto. ." I love you, Quentin.

Ugh, school tomorrow. Not to sound terribly cliché or anything, but I'm honestly not looking forward to it one bit. I think it's more the routine and monotony than the actual education. I've enjoyed arising at half ten every morning not knowing where my quests for the day would lead me. Though it was never anywhere more exotic than Clonmel, it was still nice.

"With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache, Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war. And though I tried not to suffer the indignity of a reaction, There was no cracks to grasp, or gaps to claw."

I love new friends. I love new friends' new friends.

I'll miss you, freedom.

I dunno. Geeeeeee.

Know what I can't fucking abide? People telling me I drive too fast. Like, what the fuck?

"You'll kill yourself, or worse still, you'll kill someone else."

How fucking ironic that I should hear that from a smoker. An alcohol dependant smoker. If I drive fast, there's a chance I could die. If you drink half a bottle of fucking brandy and smoke 40 - 50 cigarettes a day you will die before your time. The effects of your alcohol dependency on your family and friends could put them under such stress, that they too slip into your familiar ways.

The second hand smoke you produce, causes the same effects on the innocent people in your vicinity as the cigarettes have on you. So, again, if I drive too fast I might kill someone. But, at least I know I've done it. If you continue to breathe your second hand smoke around the tens of people you encounter every day, you will have more of an adverse effect on them, and not even know it. "So before you point your fingers, Be sure your hands are clean."

Fucking hypocrites.

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you.

Because I never have pictures with my posts. Apparently, pfft.

S'Friday I'm in Love.

Watched Return of the King today. Most painful three hours and twenty minutes of my life, tbh. I just really wanted to see the look on that fucking Frodo Baggins' face if and when he fell into the lava. But alas, no such luck. Bollocks.

"I LOVE the clunge."

I miss when PostSecrets were good. They lack some thing these days. The inspiring, motivational messages of the past are long since gone.

I actually can't wait to go to Placebo. Anyone wanna come with?

"Ok. . So, where's Freddo gone?"

Back to an eye for an eye, Last breath for last breath.

So glad i don't have to work this week. I can actually have a life:
Shpinnin' with Emma;
LOTR with Ciara;
Town with Steven, Tadhg and significant others;
Aaaaand. . . I dunno. Going out maybe. Yayz.

"So she kicked me out, like a little bitch. And I wept, like a little bitch."

Debs was so good. Like, actually really good. Even Days Hotel wasn't dodgy. Which I still can't really comprehend. Pity there wasn't more of a recovery period in between. And that there wasn't two different bands. So the same songs, in the same set list, the same introductions, and the same jokes didn't have to be endured two nights running. At least they were good, I suppose. Could've done without hearing Kid Rock's personal form of cancer "All Summer Long" three times, but what can you do?

I fear this blog isn't as cryptic as it once was. It's becoming far too expositional.
Think I'll go read The Book Thief so'more.

"So, as I finally walk away I say goodbye and good health.
As I finally walk away I wish you all you wish yourself."

I used to play sports. Then I realised you can buy trophies. Now I'm good at everything.

Everyone has a blog now! It's great, don't feel like such a tremendous loser any more. Although, I'd feel like less of a loser again if I had something to say in mine. Alas, I suppose I am just less opinionated than I previously believed. This revelation, however, would have been greatly appreciated before the beginning of this blog. Now I just look like a loser with nothing to say. Now, I'm emphasising my loser tendencies by continuously bringing them up. Think I'll move on while I still have Followers.

Term of the Day: 'Burn to shine'.
"Burning in many religions is a release of the soul and the start of a new and amazing journey. " Sometimes sacrifice is necessary for change.

Listen to the Bloodhound Gang more often. They're very witty.

Got my debs tux' today! It sucked changing into the tux' in the shop, though. 'Cause, no matter what, after you've tried it on, the clothes you were originally wearing look far less impressive. Can't believe I'm going to the prom. It'll be fancy. But I can't, for the life of me, figure out why it's so expensive. Ahh well, what can you do? Jus' enjoy it, I suppose.

"Half with it, half wit, half finished high school."

Y'know how people say things "went down like a lead balloon"? How on earth did such a balloon find itself in an elevated location, in the first place? Hmm.

G'night (:

Do you have to let it linger?

Really don't want to blog. I can't believe I feel normal using 'blog' as a verb now. Fock. But anyway, must be consistent an' all that.

On a more conversational note, I now have a better understanding of the innermost thoughts of a tax evader, and want makes 'em do it. I have spent three excruciatingly painful days trying to tax my car, but to no avail. So, I did it properly and walked in to the Motor Taxation Office and was greeted by the most ill mannered ignoramus I have ever been lucky enough to encounter. Or so I thought.

Ran into the fat lesbian from next door at work, who informed me that i block the gate to her house every evening. I called her a freak, told her she hadn't got parking rights there and walked away. I think she cried. Yesboii.

18 tomorrowwwwwww. It's crazy. Can't wait, boi.
Debs next week. Fancy.

Happyhappyhappy.

"These avenues,
And these reservoirs.
We gonna show this town,
How to kiss these stars."

A new poem. Well, some of it. Always.

We've been here before,
we know the rules, we know the score.
Yet we persist with dreams of trust,
and try to conceal our prominent lust.

Can't fucking write anymore.
Think I'll go to bed with my good friend Dr Pepper ;)

NOISH ONE.


"Baby this town rips the bones from your back,
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap.
We gotta get out while we're young.
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run."

Life is like Marion Barry; It's not all that it's cracked up to be.

Isn't it funny how extensive periods of bliss are undone by seconds of. . well, bollocks, to be quite honest.

Today actually transpired into a pretty good day. An old man asked me what "Wifee" was. I corrected him. I then explained the meaning of "Wi Fi".

Word of the day: Erudite: characterized by great knowledge; learned or scholarly.

"Srsly bbz, twenty squids says you won't do it."

Sometimes I wish that things didn't. . Develop, y'know? Things were simpler were things were. . Simpler. Frills are often unnecessary, and always complicated. S'not fair so it's not.

One night of magic rush, The start a simple touch. You are my oxygen.

I can haz blog. *proud face*

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death.

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.