If You Don't Understand Yourself You Don't

Everything Will Change. The Only Question Is Growing Up Or Decaying.

Don't Want To Be Near You For The Thoughts We Share But The Words We Never Have To Speak.

I Am So Hip Even My Errors Are Correct

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

Show Me Someone Not Full Of Herself And I'll Show You A Hungry Person.