Every Day One Has To Earn The

I Am Too Pure For You Or Anyone.

I Need Some Older, Wiser Being To Cry To. I Talk To God, But The Sky Is Empty, And Orion Walks By And Doesn't Speak.

Happy! That Is Indefinable As Far As States Of Being Go.

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.

Don't Talk To Me About The World Needing Cheerful Stuff! What The Person Out Of Belsen Physical Or Psychological Wants Is Nobody Saying The Birdies Still Go Tweet-tweet, But The Full Knowledge That Somebody Else Has Been There And Knows The Worst, Just What It Is Like.