I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew And so I asked the townfolk if his stories were true They said- Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life He's never had a woman, let alone a wife. And very soon you'll find out as you check around That no one named Corey's ever lived in this town So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard He smiled and said- Reality is only just a word.

I found you a thousand times; I guess you done the same; But then we lose each other; It's like a children's game; As I find you here again; A thought runs thr…

They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own And when at last I looked up I saw I was not alone So I said- If you're a relative, he had a peaceful end…

No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.

A painter paints the appearance of things, not their objective correctness, in fact he creates new appearances of things.

But romantic vision can also lead one away from certain very hard, ugly truths about life that are important to know.

It is we who are the measure of what is strange and miraculous: if we sought a universal measure the strange and miraculous would not occur and all things woul…