I've Never Met Another Man

You Begin Saving The World By Saving One Man At A Time; All Else Is Grandiose Romanticism Or Politics.

I Guess We Often Get The Deep Blues, Both Of Us, And Wonder What It All Means- The People, The Buildings, The Day By Day Things, The Waste Of Time, Of Ourselves.

There's No Light At The End Of The Tunnel, There Isn't Even A Tunnel. The Best Thing I Can Do Is Get Drunk And Listen To Classical Music. Or Sleep And Wait For Death To Get Closer. Leaving This Will Not Be A Horrible Thing. Yet I'm Glad, Somehow, That I Threw My Words In The Air: Confetti, Celebrating Nothing.

How Can You Be True And Kind At The Same Time? How?

There Are So Many Days When Living Stops And Pulls Up And Sits And Waits Like A Train On The Rails.