All Right, Then, I Thought: Here I

Become Like A Sheet Of Blotting Paper And Soak It All In. Later On You Can Figure Out What To Keep And What To Unload.

Like Flowers Scattered In A Storm, A Man's Life Is A Long Farewell.

Wherever There's Hope There's A Trial.

Inside That Darkness, I Saw Rain Falling On The Sea. Rain Softly Falling On A Vast Sea, With No One There To See It. The Rain Strikes The Surface Of The Sea, Yet Even The Fish Don't Know It Is Raining.

Nights Without Work I Spend With Whisky And Books.