A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
The journey, Not the destination matters.
Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith The army of unalterable law.
People find a way in which they can say something.