Moral Maxims Are Surprisingly Useful On Occasions

I’ve Lived To Bury My Desires, And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust; Now All That’s Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust.

I Want To Understand You, I Study Your Obscure Language.

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.

Mistress-like, Its Brilliance Vain, Highly Capricious And Inane.

Love Passed, The Muse Appeared, The Weather Of Mind Got Clarity New-found; Now Free, I Once More Weave Together Emotion, Thought, And Magic Sound.