Tell No Man Anything, For

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.

Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

For We Know When A Nation Goes Down And Never Comes Back, When A Society Or A Civilization Perishes, One Condition May Always Be Found. They Forgot Where They Came From. They Lost Sight Of What Brought Them Along.

Now I Am Here - Now Read Me - Give Me A Name.

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars