All alone at the end of the of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking ’bout a woman who might have Loved me and I never knew You know I’ve always been a dreamer (spent my life running ’round) And it’s so hard to change (can’t seem to settle down) But the dreams I’ve seen lately Keep on turning out and burning out And turning out the same So put me on a highway And show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time –The Eagles, "Take it to the Limit"

All broken down by The side of the road I was never more alive or Alone I've worn the faces off All the cards I'm gonna take it with me When I go Children are playing At the end of the day Strangers are singing On our lawn It's got to be more Than flesh and bone All that you're loved Is all you own In a land there's a town And in that town there's A house And in that house There's a woman And in that woman There's a heart I love I'm gonna take it With me when I go I'm gonna take it With me when I go

"...for the time being I gave up writing- there is already too much truth in the world- an overproduction which cannot be consumed!" –Otto Rank His disciples said to him: On what day will the kingdom come? [jesus said:] It will not come while people watch for it; they will not say: Look, here it is, or: Look, there it is; but the kingdom of the father is spread out over the earth, and men do not see it. –Gospel of Thomas Saying 113 "Real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." –Jim Morrison

Now you're climbin' to the top of the company ladder Hope it doesn't take too long Cantcha you see there'll come a day when it wont matter Come a day when you'll be gone I understand about indecision But I don't care if I get behind People livin' in competition All I want is to have my peace of mind. –Boston, "Peace of Mind"

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. – Bob Dylan, "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"