I Pause To Record That I Feel

All Life Long, The Same Questions, The Same Answers.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

What Are We Doing Here, That Is The Question. And We Are Blessed In This, That We Happen To Know The Answer. Yes, In The Immense Confusion One Thing Alone Is Clear. We Are Waiting For Godot To Come

To What Will Love Not Stoop!