if i could, i would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain so you could always meander and forever be able to run away without contending with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain.

hypocracy violates trust, kills respect, and murders friendship.

that's all.

whats blown up must come down.

wait all your life for a sign.

tell the sun to start moving again.

excuse me, but i just have to explode.

send me back from whence come the tracks.

there are places that aren't here.

and my hope, like autumn, is turning brown.

i try to sing something beautiful, but i'm hitting all the wrong notes.

i have seen my fate.   ( Read more... )

I know
that you believe
you understand
what you think
I said,
but I'm not sure you realize
that what you heard
is not what I meant.

goodbye.