End of night.


With this thought we ponder the sacred nonsense we live in.


Is this love or what?!


Get on a pair of glasses.

So far and so near the planes flew like living birds

As to stir the spirits of the western woods

Hold me that I may hold you

Those lazy summer days.


Behind the darkness it might be very bright.


We will find what ever it is!


Oh thanks but uh, I got work to do!


Do you recall how real this was.


Have me instead.


You are my friend in this place.


Power is just a word for babies, not for Superman!