My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

In A Full Heart There Is Room For Everything, And In An Empty Heart There Is Room For Nothing.

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.