I Didn't Seem To Have

It's Not That He Lacked Poetry. But His Poetry Was Of The Body, Not The Mind. He Spoke It In The Way He Moved, The Way He Held A Hammer, Rowed A Boat, Built A Fire. I, On The Other Hand, Was Like A Brain In A Box, A Beating Heart In A Coal Scuttle.

The Things That Break Your Heart When You Think There`s Nothing Left To Break

Ask Any Comedian, Tennis Player, Chef. Timing Is Everything.

I Guess There Was A War Going On Somewhere In The World That Night But It Wasn't One That Could Touch Us.

I Noticed That Once You Realize Someone's Watching You It's Pretty Hard Not To Find Yourself Watching Them Back.