People have a hard time accepting anything that overwhelms them.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

All I can do is say I smell a rat. I don't know where it is or what kind of rat it is, but as an artist, I can express how. But I couldn't responsibly stand up and tell people which way to go, because then I'm just as guilty as the people who are telling everybody else what to do and where to go.

Acceptance is the key to be truly free.

For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.

Though the road's been rocky it sure feels good to me.