I love the sky
It's just there...

A dew droplet
rolls down a leaf as...

In the sanctuary of night
the world is a little closer...

With you
every year is magic and wonder...

He is haunted,
they whisper behind my back...

Martyrs of existentialism
seeking our own lost causes...

Dreams creates hope creates faith creates dreams
need creates pain creates desperation creates need...

We were drinking one Friday night
in a tacky bar in Ukachuk, Nebraska...

Underneath the summer spice sun,
beneath cocrete glacier clouds...

Academia is dead
and the street poets rule...

Shaped by outside forces
but ruled by those within...

When I was younger
I thought I could fly...