Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.

When You Grow Up", I Said, "do You Ever Stop Feeling Little And Weak?" "no," She Says. "there's Always A Little Frail And Tiny Thing Inside, No Matter How Grown-up You Are.

Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.

We Come To A Lamp Beside The Pathway, And Suddenly We Stop Walking, And We Start To Dance, And We Glitter In The Shafts Of Light, Like Stars, Like Flies, Like Flakes Of Dust.

Its Always Been The Case That Politicians Want Different Things From Children Than Good Educators Do. Good Educators Want Imaginative, Exploratory Beings, But Politicians Just Want Economic Units.

Yes. But Sad's Alright. Sad's Just Apart Of Everything