Standing On A Street Corner

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

If You Believe You're A Poet, Then You're Saved.

Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For No One Is Power.

They, That Unnamed They, They've Knocked Me Down But I Got Up. I Always Get Up -- And I Swear When I Went Down Quite Often I Took The Fall; Nothing Moves A Mountain But Itself. They, I've Long Ago Named Them Me.

I Feel Capitol Punishment Is Dooming U.s.a.