The Future Is Uncertain But The End

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

Give Me Songs To Sing And Emerald Dreams To Dream And I'll Give You Love Unfolding.

Twentieth-century Culture's Disease Is The Inability To Feel Their Reality. People Cluster To Tv, Soap Operas, Movies, Theater, Pop Idols And They Have Wild Emotion Over Symbols. But In The Reality Of Their Own Lives, They're Emotionally Dead.

You Know The Day Destroys The Night, Night Divides The Day, Tried To Run, Tried To Hide, Break On Through To The Other Side...

Between Childhood, Boyhood, Adolescence & Manhood (maturity) There Should Be Sharp Lines Drawn W/ Tests , Deaths, Feats, Rites Stories, Songs, & Judgements.