Its Taken Me A Long Time To

I've Always Felt That Life Is A Novel, And Part Of It Is Written For You, And Part Of It Is Written By You. It's Up To You To Write The Ending, Ultimately.

Mom And Dad Would Stay In Bed On Sunday Morning, But The Kids Would Have To Go To Church.

On A Lazy Saturday Morning When You're Lying In Bed, Drifting In And Out Of Sleep, There Is A Space Where Fantasy And Reality Become One. Are You Awake, Or Are You Dreaming? You See People And Things; Some Are Familiar; Some Are Strange. You Talk, You Feel, But You Move Without Walking; You Fly Without Wings. Your Mind And Your Body Exist, But On Separate Planes. Time Stands Still. For Me, This Is The Feeling I Have When Ideas Come.

Its Taken Me A Long Time To Become The Person I Am, For All The Ugliness To Fall Away. The Rotten Flesh Is Gone, And The Seed Is There. I Can Touch That Now.

My Brother Was A Great Audience, And If He Liked The Picture, He Would Laugh And Laugh And Laugh, And He Would Want To Keep The Picture. Making People Laugh With An Image I Had Created... What Power That Was!