Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing

This Is The Simplest Of All Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.

Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.

My Muse Sits Forlorn She Wishes She Had Not Been Born She Sits In The Cold No Word She Says Is Ever Told.

Colours Are What Drive Me Most Strongly.

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.