I was young when I went off
to find myself, without you
to find myself
...
For a brief time in my youth
he was a friend of mine.
He was several years younger than me,
...
No one knows your glory
No one knows your shame
No one's heard your story
And no one knows your name
...
I love
pedaling
my old bicycle
the moonlight-white Fuji
...
Sweet banter
leads us away
down hidden paths
where fantasy
...
The pressure's building on your brain
Taking you to madness and from the sane
...
There once lived some grapes who hadn't much ambition
except to survive by the heat of a fire
then came the day when one grape was sick of the fire
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Her beauty, distracting
a work of art
her mind, provoking
a work of genius
...
Memories
of hippies, barefoot
playing Frisbee in the park
drinking beer from light green bottles
...
If all I had were words that stand
as tall and strong as any man
I'd arrange them in such a way
...