As We Go On With Our Lives

I Lie As Truthfully As I Can.

The World Had Somehow Gone Too Far, And Spontaneous Kindness Could Never Be So Easy.

My Youth, One Time, That Time I Knew Even Through The Nothingness, It Was A Celebration Of Something Not To Do But Only Know.

You Are On The Freeway Threading Through Traffic Now, Moving Both Towards Something And Towards Nothing At All As You Punch The Radio On And Get Mozart, Which Is Something, And You Will Somehow Get Through The Slow Days And The Busy Days And The Dull Days And The Hateful Days And The Rare Days, All Both So Delightful And So Disappointing Because We Are All So Alike And So Different.

You've Got To Rise From The Floor Alone Or Fall Back Alone.