Illusions Mistaken For Truth Are The Pavement

I Live In A Rural Part Of Virginia Surrounded By Farms And Farmers.

I Did It To Win Love, And To Prove Myself Capable. Not To Move Mountains. In My Opinions, Mountains Don't Move. They Only Look Changed When You Look Down On Them From Great Height.

Pure And Unblemished Souls Must Taste Very Bland, With An Aftertaste Of Bitterness.

The Truth Needs So Little Rehearsal.

Few People Know So Clearly What They Want. Most People Can't Even Think What To Hope For When They Throw A Penny In A Fountain.