In Order To Write Poetry, You Must

Only A Fool Thinks Price And Value Are The Same.

Life Is The Path You Beat While You Walk It.

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.

Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. (walk, There Is No Path, The Path Is Made By Walking.)

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm Not A Sad Man, And I Don't Believe I Sadden Anyone Else.