And I See That Not

A Love Affair Begins With A Fantasy. For Instance, That The Beloved Will Always Be There.

For Peace Of Mind, I Will Lie About Any Thing At Any Time.

Just Once In My Life--oh, When Have I Ever Wanted Anything Just Once In My Life?

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.

I Am Not Quite Myself, I Think.but Who Here Is Quite Himself? And Yet There Is A Way In Which We Are All More Ourselves Than Ever, I Suppose.