It Was Not An Adventure; It Was

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

What Are You Going To Do Now? You'll Collect Loves Like Stamps. You've Got Doubles And No One Will Trade With You. And You've Got Damaged Ones.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.