Words,music, philosophy, and literature. 34 years to understand that I know nothing, so I m back to school(again).
All those sleepless nights. And all those wasted days. I wish loneliness would leave me. But I think it's here to stay. What more can I do. Cause I m ringing myself dry. And I can't afford to loose.
Sometimes I wonder if you are mythologizing me like I do you.
I was a dreamer staring at the window Out onto the main street 'Cause that's where the dream goes.
Will you wake me when we're almost half way.
Dreams are rough cuts in a paper-made sky -myself-.
I' m flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster.
They say we will go far but they don't know how far we go.
We're running out of songs to sing.
Is imagination actually real?.