Love Is An Exploding Cigar We Willingly

By The 6th Grade I Stopped Doing Ordinary Things In Front Of People. It Had Been Ordinary To Sing, Kids Are Singing All The Time When They Are Little, But Then Something Happens. It's Not That We Stop Singing. I Still Sang. I Just Made Sure I Was Alone When I Did It. And I Made Sure I Never Did It Accidentally. That Thing We Call 'bursting Into Song.' I Believe This Happens To Most Of Us. We Are Still Singing, But Secretly And All Alone.

If It Is Your Time, Love Will Track You Down Like A Cruise Missile.if You Say "no! I Don't Want It Right Now," That's When You'll Get It For Sure. Love Will Make A Way Out Of No Way. Love Is An Exploding Cigar Which We Willingly Smoke.

What Is An Idea Made Of? Of Future, Past And Also Meanwhile.

I Found Myself Compelled, Like This Weird, Shameful Compulsion To Draw Cute Animals.

Remember How You Used To Be Able To Feel Your Bed Breathing And The Walls Spinning When You Were A Kid?