There is no song to your singing.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.

The fog comes on little cat feet.

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.