You Who Choose To Lead Must Follow.

Every Song Falls Short Of The Glory Of What A Song Could Be. That's Why The Urge Is There To Start Again And Yet Again. Often It's The Fault Of Rhyme. I've Discovered A Hundred Times That There Just Aren't Enough Rhymes To Say What I Wanted To Say, So I Said Something Else Instead. Sometimes It Was A Better Thing, But The Thing I Meant To Say Went Unsaid. So There's An Opening For Another Song.

Poised For Flight, Wings Spread Bright, Spring From Night Into The Sun.

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

When You Get Ready To Vote, Make Sure You Know What You Are Doing.

Being In A Floodplain Is Like Sitting Down In A Bathtub.