Each Person Is Only Given So Many

And It Seems People Should Not Build Houses Anymore It Seems People Should Stop Working And Sit In Small Rooms On Second Floors Under Electric Lights Without Shades; It Seems There Is A Lot To Forget And A Lot Not To Do And In Drugstores, Markets, Bars, The People Are Tired, They Do Not Want To Move, And I Stand There At Night And Look Through This House And The House Does Not Want To Be Built

There's A Bluebird In My Heart That Wants To Get Out But I'm Too Tough For Him, I Say, Stay In There, I'm Not Going To Let Anybody See You.

It Was Better For Me When I Could Imagine Greatness In Others, Even If It Wasn't Always There.

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It

I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats.