To Neil Perry (Dead poets society)
Couldn't look him in the eyes.
Wouldn't sacrifice.
'That absurd acting business'.
The curtains are closed.
Your crowd is a mess.
Couldn't spit it in his face.
Wouldn't use your A's.
All your friends were paralyzed.
Wonderful midsummer night.
Surely Keating recognized.
Couldn't say it when he asked.
Wouldn't do what's best.
Harvard wasn't your choice.
Nightly suicide.
Just "nothing" dared your voice.
Couldn't you do it another way?
Wouldn't you fight and stay?
A gun is quite extreme.
You left your friends twice paralyzed
and finally, your dream.