Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.

Every city in the world always has a gang, a street gang, or the so-called outcasts.

I want to get up in the morning and just roll over in my bed into an indoor swimming pool. And then swim to the breakfast table.

There was a period when I stopped talking so much, because I was just going through certain things. I just did the gigs and just stayed in, tried to stay away.

This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.

I was trying to do too many things at the same time, which is my nature. But I was enjoying it, and I still do enjoy it.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.