An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
What we live by we die by.
My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.
Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?