There’s the stone. There’s the fence. Both can have green. But everyone talks about them. What about Batman when he became God or Elvis who’s long dead but some still believe he’ll back on the stage soon. Should I leave to-night’s poem to the greatest Detective ever or should I sip wine while falling in love. The night is long as the sleep evade. Shall I try the tango or just let the whisper of silence echo its whispering inside this tired cell of cells.
The phrase and all:
- A rolling stone gathers no moss
- The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
- Whatever happens happens/Leave it to Batman
- Elvis has left the building
- It takes two to tango