I Think All Of Us Ordinary Mortals

God, What Is It Like To Be You And Hear All Those People All The Time Everywhere, Begging, Imploring, Calling Out For Anything And Anyone?

I Like Mainly To Be Invisible, To Sort Of Drift Around Unseen In The World.

The Library Furnished Our Dreams, Helped Us Shape Our Ambitions, Made Up People Of Books And Ideas And Grand Designs.

When We Love And Want Nothing But Good For That Person, It's One Of The Greatest Gifts We Possess.

Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What Were The Songs Of Beasts To The Cries Of Sentient Souls?