Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

I Dreamed That You Bewitched Me Into Bed And Sung Me Moon-struck, Kissed Me Quite Insane. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.)

For The Few Little Successes I May Seem To Have, There Are Acres Of Misgivings And Self-doubt.

Hurl Yourself At Goals Above Your Head And Bear The Lacerations That Come When You Slip And Make A Fool Of Yourself. Try Always, As Long As You Have Breath In Your Body, To Take The Hard Way–and Work, Work, Work To Build Yourself Into A Rich, Continually Evolving Entity.