I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down

I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down And Look At The Work Of A Year And Choose What To Type.

It Might Be A Bad Thing, Not To Know What's Going On In The World. I Can't Say I Really Approve Of It.

We're All Taking On Too Much, We're All Asking Too Much Of Ourselves. We're All Wishing We Could Do More, And Therefore Just Doing More.

There Is Something In Me Maybe Someday To Be Written; Now It Is Folded, And Folded, And Folded, Like A Note In School.

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.