We Walk The Plank With Strangers.

The Man Creates A Pseudonym And Hides Behind It Like A Worm

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

Cheers For Spring; For Life; For A Growing Soul.

I Am Afraid Of Getting Married. Spare Me From Cooking Three Meals A Dayspare Me From The Relentless Cage Of Routine And Rote.

Only I Wasn't Steering Anything, Not Even Myself.