You And I Are More Than You

Time Cannot Children,poets,lovers Tell- Measure Imagine,mystery,a Kiss -not Though Mankind Would Rather Know Than Feel

Treat A Man Like Dirt-he Produces Flowers.

Now The Ears Of My Ears Awake And Now The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

All Nothing's Only Our Hugest Home; The Most Who Die, The More We Live

When Man Determined To Destroy Himself He Picked The Was Of Shall And Finding Only Why Smashed It Into Because.