The Road Must Eventually Lead To The

"what Do You Want Out Of Life?" I Asked, And I Used To Ask That All The Time Of Girls.

And There In The Blue Air I Saw For The First Time, Far Off, The Great Snowy Tops Of The Rocky Mountains. I Had To Get To Denver At Once.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

Oftentimes An Originator Of New Language Forms Is Called 'pretentious' By Jealous Talents. But It Ain’t Whatcha Write, It’s The Way Atcha Write It.

It Made Me Think That Everything Was About To Arrive - The Moment When You Know All And Everything Is Decided Forever.