My Goal In Life Is To Unite

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

Education Is Hanging Around Until You've Caught On.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over. May No Fate Wilfully Misunderstand Me And Half Grant What I Wish And Snatch Me Away Not To Return. Earth's The Right Place For Love: I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

I Only Hope That When I Am Free, As They Are Free To Go In Quest, Of The Knowledge Beyond The Bounds Of Life, It May Not Seem Better To Me To Rest.