Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.

You wake up one day and suddenly realize that your youth is behind you, even though you're still young at heart.

When I came to California, it was the mecca of the world. Every young person on the planet wanted to be here.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

I try not to steal from myself, but the modalities create similarities.

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.