That stunts the latent powers of the soul,
That smothers all the rising flames of hope,
That cowes the wings of genius that would soar.
I am forever followed by this cloud,
I can’t escape, I cannot flee this cloud,
This muddy, gloomy, hell-begotten cloud—
The dollar sign is traced upon this cloud!
QUESTIONINGS
Is it because the sun caresses me
And makes me warm with its delightful rays