When I Look Back At All The

I Don't Know What I'm Going To Write When I Begin To Write. It Feels Like You Are Walking Down A Path, But You Can't See Around The Bend And You Don't Know Where You Are Going To Go, Which Is Fun.

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile.

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

There Is A Moment, A Chip In Time, When Leaving Home Is The Lesser Crime.

I Sort Of Recognize It, As Opposed To Shaping It. Oh, That's A Good Idea, That's A Good Line. I Wonder Where I Can Use That. And When You Get Into A Rhyme Group Like 'not,' You Got A Lot Of Rhymes, You Got A Lot Of Choices. The More You Do It, The Luckier You Get.