From time to timeI once wondered how one wanders from time to timeAnd think up the paradox lineSpeak of Epoch's crimeOh I lied, it hasn't happened yetBut bet you better believe it's such a habit thatI just said that in a past mindset

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

If I knew what to doI'd do more than write a song for you

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart until it reaches my outer me

Old words are reborn with new faces.

Creator of all Things, to sing: At the Potter's House, you see, we are His Pottery...Because God writes (in) Love, and speaks (in) 'Poetree': The Nature of Things, the King of Kings, oh Kingdom of the Holy, we sing!

When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.

Stretched and skewedTap of the 8-ball and the cueScratches fall throughThey are the scars of you

The extent of creativity to which I admire in an individual is his ability to be richly creative while still, in a way, telling the truth. It is the fool who creates only his own lies, and the bore who simply repeats what he is told.