He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You The Truth

They Say Everything Can Be Replaced, Yet Every Distance Is Not Near. So I Remember Every Face Of Every Man Who Put Me Here. I See My Light Come Shining From The West Unto The East. Any Day Now, Any Day Now, I Shall Be Released.

There Are No Truths Outside The Gates Of Eden.