I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal. Trying to find peace of mind and still preserve my soul.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

Poetry and lyrics are very similar. Making words bounce off a page.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.