To GokuWolf is an artistWolf is a poetI can enter your mindAnd you wouldn't know it.Open your mindAnd let out your soulClose your eyesAnd let yourself goCry your tearsYou're not aloneTheir hearts are only made of stone.The wolf is the loneliest one to beThe wolf is always hard to seeThe wolf is never quiet insideShe sings her song upon the night.Wolf is quietWolf is the keyWolf is darknessAnd wolf is me.
The Past Thought of WarmthCharlie Brown and winters spent on the couchcurled up in footy pyjamassoft light from one lampand the Christmas treeA real treeone we had to cut the top offto fit in the living roomstuck in the metal pan of waterbarely concealed by the green knitted tree skirtthe lower branches bareto ward against dog tails.The yellowed paper advent calendarthe glitter becoming sparseand the great black woodstovein the brick-lined cornercrackling and popping insideradiating heatand dim light from the sooty black glass doorWood splinters collectingunder the wood stand.
The SourceI'm falling I'm falling I'm fallingHitting rough stone walls along the wayCrying tears of blood like LestatHandfuls of air devour my lungsBreathe Breathe BreathePlease let me hit the bottomHowever broken I may beOr at least let me dieWhile my body plunges on and on and on.I let myself fall away from youI know it seems like I didn't careBut it wasn't your hand that would have stopped my fallI want to hit the bottomOr find a hand hold on these wallsAnd climb my way back upThen maybe someday I'll find you.I'm sorry I'm sorryI just slipped, that's allI didn't realize how deep I would goHow far from you I would land.Please understand.I will find my way back to you.
Death of ReasonThe sky told meThe stars would not shineAnd I believed himBecause the stars are his lifeThe very breath of his body.And I cried and despairedAnd I lay on the groundAs if deadFor I felt I had lost the will to breatheTo moveTo live.And a great sadness came over meAnd I thoughtThere is no joy left in the worldAnd I should be glad to die.But even as I lay dreaming of deathThe light began to fadeAnd one star shone feebly out.And as the darkness deepened,The star grew.And then I knewThe stars are not the breath of the sky,They are mine.
How to keep your sanity...Sit at the dinner table and smile until those around you are driven positively mad with curiosity and anger. Say absolutely nothing.Find a rainbow in the sky. Run toward it, ignoring all fences, street signs and other objects until the rainbow fades or you get hit by a car.Tell people you are a crime-fighting mime. Make yourself a costume and run up to strangers and strike a heroic pose: your chin and chest out, your hands on your hips. Convince people that all mimes are super heroes, and you're just the only one who has ever been brave enough tell people.Find a Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed animal. Hold its hand as you walk down the street, his feet on the ground, and you bent over to reach his hand. Talk to him as if he is an important world leader like Tony Blair or Jaques Chirac. If anyone asks you what you're doing, introduce Pooh as "His Mightiness Mr. Chirac."