Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.

Yet Half The Beast Is The Great God Pan, To Laugh, As He Sits By The River, Making A Poet Out Of A Man. The True Gods Sigh For The Cost And The Pain-- For The Reed That Grows Never More Again As A Reed With The Reeds Of The River.

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.