It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?

My Love Is Like Some Raven At My Window With A Broken Wing.

You Call Yourself What You Want To Call Yourself. This Is The Land Of The Free.

Come Senators, Congressmen, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block Up The Hall, For He That Gets Hurt, Will Be He Who Has Stalled, The Battle Outside Ragin', Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls, For The Times They Are A-changin'...

Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored