What I Want Is What I've Not

My Voice Is Soft, But Oh, My Heart Roars!

Life It Seems A Struggle Between What We Think And What We See

I Want To Figure Out A Way To Not Be Stupid With Money, Then Make A Whole Bunch Of It, Then I Want To Move To Outer Mongolia. I Want To Milk A Yak. Maybe I'll Just Settle For A Cow.

Look, Here Are We On This Starry Night Staring Into Space. And I Must Say I Feel As Small As Dust Lying Down Here. What Point Could There Be Troubling? Head Down Wondering What Will Become Of Me, Why Concern We Cannot See But No Reason To Abandon It. Time Is Short But That's All Right, Maybe I'll Go In The Middle Of The Night. Take Your Hands From Your Eyes, My Love, Everything Must End Some Time, Don't Burn The Day Away.

A Lot Of The Time, I Write A Lot Of Angry Stuff, But Then I Don't Want To Be A Finger-pointer - I'd Rather Be A Cheerleader Than A Judge. I Don't Want To Preach As If I'm In Some Position Of Righteousness, But I Do Want To Speak My Mind And Scream At The Clouds And Shout Out Of The Pit Of Hopelessness That I Sometimes Think The Human Race Is In.