Will Our Life Not Be A Tunnel

I Think It Was Very Informative, But A Lot Still Needs To Be Done.

Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone. There Is No Doubt.

I Stroll Along Serenely, With My Eyes, My Shoes, My Rage, Forgetting Everything.

How You Must Have Suffered Getting Accustomed To Me, My Savage, Solitary Soul, My Name That Sends Them All Running. So Many Times We Have Seen The Morning Star Burn, Kissing Our Eyes, And Over Our Heads The Grey Light Unwinds In Turning Fans.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.