I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.

Our Life Runs Down In Sending Up The Clock. The Brook Runs Down In Sending Up Our Life. The Sun Runs Down In Sending Up The Brook. And There Is Something Sending Up The Sun.

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.

So When At Times The Mob Is Swayed To Carry Praise Or Blame Too Far, We May Choose Something Like A Star To Stay Our Minds On And Be Staid.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.