The Quieter We Become, The More We

Do You Pay Regular Visits To Yourself? Start Now.

In The Middle Of My Heart, A Star Appeared, And The Seven Heavens Were Lost In Its Brilliance.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I’m Sure Of That,and I Intend To End Up There. Who Looks Out With My Eyes? What Is The Soul? I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks. I Didn’t Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can’t Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home.

The Images We Create Could Turn Into Wild Beasts And Tear Us To Pieces.

Have You Ever Gotten Breathless Before From A Beautiful Face, For I See You There, My Dear.