When I’m about to go to sleep, I often wonder, if it is to be, that I shall never awaken.

Revolution is bloody, yet better still than living in a land of lies.

There was an enlightenment in my mind, and too now, enlighten the world will I.

No opinion is ever fact.

It’s funny how a once big problem, can soon seem so insignificant.

Why must our beauteous world be so cruel?

There were the sad times, there were the happy times and then all the time between seems so empty now.

Plan did I, perhaps too much, yet if not, how can one see where one is heading?

I don’t think I understand my life and I doubt I ever will.