I’m thinking this poem refers to what she NEEDS to do, not what she will do. In an ideal world, we have time to do all this. In reality, we tire and bore too fast and nothing gets done. Well, in a really ideal world, there’s no such thing as dust. Or mosquitoes.
I’m thinking this poem refers to what she NEEDS to do, not what she will do. In an ideal world, we have time to do all this. In reality, we tire and bore too fast and nothing gets done. Well, in a really ideal world, there’s no such thing as dust. Or mosquitoes.