All Has Not Been Said And Never

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

I Try. I Fail. I Try Again. I Fail Better.

It Sometimes Happens And Will Sometimes Happen Again That I Forget Who I Am And Strut Before My Eyes, Like A Stranger.

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.