So Every Day So Every Day I

Look For Verbs Of Muscle, Adjectives Of Exactitude.

I Want To Believe I Am Looking Into The White Fire Of A Great Mystery.

I Try To Be Good But Sometimes A Person Just Has To Break Out And Act Like The Wild And Springy Thing One Used To Be. It's Impossible Not To Remember Wild An Want It Back.

It Is The Nature Of Stone To Be Satisfied. It Is The Nature Of Water To Want To Be Somewhere Else.

Love Yourself. Then Forget It. Then, Love The World.