If 180 Million People Want To Be

All Ignorance Toboggans Into Know And Trudges Up To Ignorance Again.

I Will Take The Sun In My Mouth And Leap Into The Ripe Air Alive With Closed Eyes To Dash Against Darkness

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

The Three Saddest Things Are The Ill Wanting To Be Well, The Poor Wanting To Be Rich, And The Constant Traveler Saying 'anywhere But Here'.