I Did Not Want To Write, But

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

I Gave Up Before Birth.

I Shall State Silences More Competently Than Ever A Better Man Spangled The Butterflies Of Vertigo.

All The Things You Would Do Gladly, Oh Without Enthusiasm, But Gladly, All The Things There Seems No Reason For Your Not Doing, And That You Do Not Do! Can It Be We Are Not Free? It Might Be Worth Looking Into.