I Carry My Awareness Of Defeat Like

I've Never Done Anything But Dream. This, And This Alone, Has Been The Meaning Of My Life. My Only Real Concern Has Been My Inner Life.

Yes, Talking To People Makes Me Sleepy.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

If You Cannot Live Alone, You Were Born A Slave.

My Past Is Everything I Failed To Be.