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