Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.
I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.