If I See An Ending, I Can

Proctor--he Knows It Is Insane: No, It Is Not The Same! What Others Say And What I Sign To Is Not The Same!

Where Choice Begins, Paradise Ends, Innocence Ends, For What Is Paradise But The Absence Of Any Need To Choose This Action?

In A Dream, We Are Simply Confronted With Various Loaded Symbols, And Where One Is Exhausted, It Gives Way To Another.

I Am Bewildered By The Death Of Love. And My Responsibility For It.

I Don't Know A Critic Who Penetrates The Center Of Anything.