The course of a lifetime runs/over and over again
And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.
We're living in a certain time, and we're aware of it. And that's part of what we're aware of, along with our own personal aches and pains.
People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.
Every generation throws a hero up the pop charts.
...music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.