Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.
A poem is a naked person.
People don't live or die, people just float.
The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.
All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.
I realize I don't do a very good job in keeping up to date, but I try to.