A Dream Is Just A Nightmare With

Your Life Is Already Artful-waiting, Just Waiting, For You To Make It Art.

The Isolation, The Separateness, Is Always A Part Of Any Utopia.

Grown Don't Mean Nothing To A Mother. A Child Is A Child. They Get Bigger, Older, But Grown? What's That Supposed To Mean? In My Heart It Don't Mean A Thing.

Would It Be All Right? Would It Be All Right To Go Ahead And Feel? Go Ahead And Count On Something?

If We Had No Language We'd Have Nothing.