I close my eyes
and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman
with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me.
And all the time he's mumbling.
Mumbling truth.
Truth like a blanket that
always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, you stretch it,
it'll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it,
it'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying
to the moment we leave dying,
it'll just cover your face
as yoy wail and cry and scream.
- Todd Anderson in Dead Poets Society
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