The house doesn't fall if the bones are good
Any man's grief diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind
To wash away the wish of him and every dream he built
That which destroys the night sky's dream of being nothing
In front of all the people I met on Stage
Until we meet again in the cosmic dust, my friend
Diminishing returns from new experiences
In advance of an absent mind
Suspended at the brink of thought I fall too far to reach articulation
Open Eyes
The struggle alone is enough to fill a man's heart
Submission
In spite of prayer
My thoughts were full of other things when I wandered off the path
Floating on a silver lining
Joy comes in waves