we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you

bring me things to break myself upon till

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

we are nearly always a world which almost

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem