If By Godot I Had

Watt Had Watched People Smile And Thought He Understood How It Was Done.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

The Creation Of The World Did Not Take Place Once And For All Time, But Takes Place Every Day.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

He Who Has Waited Long Enough, Will Wait Forever. And There Comes The Hour When Nothing More Can Happen And Nobody More Can Come And All Is Ended But The Waiting That Knows Itself In Vain.