...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.

It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.

Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait

Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.