I Felt Free And Therefore I Was

Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have To Prove Anything

Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My Worries.

In My Madness I Was Actually In Love With Her For The Few Hours It All Lasted; It Was The Same Unmistakable Ache And Stab Across The Mind, The Same Sighs, The Same Pain, And Above All The Same Reluctance And Fear To Approach.

We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For Love Is A Duel, And Looked At Each Other For The Last Time.

At Night In This Part Of The West The Stars, As I Had Seen Them In Wyoming, Were As Big As Roman Candles And As Lonely As The Prince Who's Lost His Ancestral Home And Journeys Across The Spaces Trying To Find It Again, And Knows He Never Will.