All Empires Fall Eventually. It Is The

Like Stepping Into A Fairy Tale Under A Curtain Of Stars.

I Don't Think There's Anything Wrong Being A Dreamer.

Taking His Time, As Though He Has All Of It In The World, In The Universe, From The Days When Tales Meant More Than They Do Now, But Perhaps Less Than They Will Someday, He Draws A Breath That Releases The Tangled Knot Of Words In His Heart, And They Fall From His Lips Effortlessly. "the Circus Arrives Without Warning.

You Prefer Not To See The Gears Of The Clock, As To Better Tell Time.

But You Built Me Dreams Instead.