Ah, If I Were Dictator I'd Have

But When The Conquered Spirit Breaks Free And Indicates A New Light Who'll Take Care Of The Cats?

It Is A Great Feeling To Know That From A Window I Can Go To Books To Cans Of Beer To Past Loves. And From These Gather Enough Dream To Sneak Out A Back Door.

They, That Unnamed They, They've Knocked Me Down But I Got Up. I Always Get Up -- And I Swear When I Went Down Quite Often I Took The Fall; Nothing Moves A Mountain But Itself. They, I've Long Ago Named Them Me.

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

I Think Of New York City Lost In Stars Forgotten As A Blue Haired Pet Of Childhood Love Tonight The Night Is Full.