Something, Nothing

O I wanted the girl
And the boat and pearl
And I wanted some peace
And a sky full of geese
And I wanted the love
My own touch from above
(And if I’m honest, for her to keep her promise)

But what would they say
If I didn’t obey
And what would they think
If I tried my own ink
And how would they act
If I stopped with the act
And did what I wanted—risked being faulted?

O I rest assured
That for sure
They’d probably say
Think
Act—not do—
Something
Nothing