Nothing is Unreal

There was an owl liv'd in an oak
The more he heard, the less he spoke
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
O, if men were all like that wise bird.

This version was first published in Punch, April 10, 1875
"A Wise Old Owl" is an English language nursery rhyme

Forever and never - two permanent dancers.
They dance and they breathe and the audience shocked
As long as receive new spectacular answers
For questions they asked when the tickets were bought.

For what they have bought they don’t know. Forgotten
All words. They just see how heels knocking rhythm
Are taking them down to new Earth and old autumn
Is turning to shade in their hearts waking spring.

New water, new life, new incredible summer
Is promised for those who doesn’t fill lost
From mad spin of partners, from junction of lovers.
You need to be hard so to later be soft.

Confidence is fading, spectators are dying.
The final is calm and respected by mass.
Applause and flowers. The evening was driving.
Two eyes’re now closed and all words turned to dust.

You will not remember this dance God has given
To you and to you and to you without doubt.
The wedding forever and never misleading
And brains are in place so to think this about.

The oak and the owl are just words – can’t you feel?
Real life is outside. You can make it unreal.