so i dream of going back to be

the rose is a rose

and was always a rose.

but the theory now goes 

that the apple's a rose,

and the pear is, and so's

the plum, I suppose.

the dear only knows

what will next prove a rose.

You, of course, are a rose--

But were always a rose. 

-Robert Frost

what is better than a Robert Frost poem on a bad day? I can't think of anything. 

So I was once myself a swinger of birches 

and so I dream of going back to be...

think about it.