Well now, there is a little something i'd like to say. But i don't know how. So instead i'm going to lose you in words and see if you can find your way out, maybe, if you're lucky, you'll find my meaning.
Once, thrice, and twice again. Many time and again. On and on out and out, off we go thundering along. Now still, silent, loud, fun entertainment, enjoyment, wonder. Shock, see thee that shower, twill be a plenty of things, raining on us, where in shall we escape. Come, step inside my head, here we shall escape the nightmare thoughts that flood about, come, we'll be free. No one knows if I'm going to be there when i'm not. But surely to start on the meat now and not sooner would be folly, and yet, who's to say what's folly when fools posses our souls. There is something I can't quite grasp, that hold me totally and utterly there. Perhaps I am looking to close, perhaps it is not some small something that holds me, but the all, the whole, the everything. What is it that makes the simple