I Felt Dull And Flat And Full

It Was My First Big Chance, But Here I Was, Sitting Back And Letting It Run Through My Fingers Like So Much Water.

I Am I-i Am Powerful, But To What Extent? I Am I.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

How Can You Be So Many Women To So Many Strange People, Oh You Strange Girl?

August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born. The Odd Uneven Time.