Come On, You Do You Want To

I Learned You Can't Trust The Judgment Of Good Friends.

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.

The Peace Of Great Books Be For You, Stains Of Pressed Clover Leaves On Pages, Bleach Of The Light Of Years Held In Leather.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

Come On, You Do You Want To Live Forever?