I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

People In Every Direction No Words Exchanged No Time To Exchange And All The Little Ants Are Marching Red And Black Antennas Waving They All Do It The Same We All Do It The Same Way

I Don't Understand At Best, I Cannot Speak For All The Rest. But You May Find A Lifetime's Passed You By. Every Dog Has Its Day, Every Day Has Its Way Of Being Forgotten.

The Moon Is Quite A Show Off Given The Chance. The Stars Make A Sound When They Shine So Bright. Water So Blue And So Black.

I Go Back To South Africa At Least Once A Year, Sometimes Twice, And Usually For A Month. And Probably, I'm Guessing, I'll Spend More Time Back There As I Get Older.

The World And The Universe Are Far More Wonderful If There's Not A Puppet Master.