Set me aflame and cast me free Away you wretched world of tethers Through the endless night and day I have never wanted more. Always thought that I would stand Before the faceless name of Justice Like some law unto myself Like a child of God again. And if rain brings winds of change Let it rain on us forever I have no doubts from what I've seen I have never wanted more. With this line I'll mark the past As a symbol of beginning I have no doubt from what I've seen I have never wanted more. In this picture stands a man Far away, alone and distant Like a solitary field In some nameless foreign land. All around him points of light Start to dim and cease transmitting Shadows fell on futile games And then there was nothing more. Through the screams of falling steel By the light of flares and wisdom All the doubts I could not face All this time I wanted more. With a line I mark the past As a symbol of beginning To the gods whose names we've lost And the names who gave in vain. And if rain brings winds of change Let it rain on us forever I have no doubts from what I've seen I have never wanted more. With this line I'll mark the past As a symbol of beginning I have no doubt from what I've seen I have never wanted more. Set me aflame and cast me free Away you wretched world of tethers Through the endless night and day I have never wanted more. Always thought that I would stand Before the faceless name of Justice Like some law unto myself Like a child of God again. And if rain brings winds of change Let it rain on us forever I have no doubts from what I've seen I have never wanted more. With this line I'll mark the past As a symbol of beginning I have no doubt from what I've seen I have never wanted more. Sever the line to the guilty past To the ones who brought us nothing Spoke of futures brave and proud And brought only have and war. Line the roads with hollow praise Mark the land with paper statues Shadows fell on their futile ways And then there was nothing more.

Tha's all very fine and well, doctor. But how do you feel?
You want to know how I feel? I'll tell you how I feel. I ate this delicious snake for breakfast. One you must try *takes snake out of lunch box* 
It won't bite.
I like onions. But watch out, they're radioactive.
I think I'll have a blue potato myself. Comes from Ireland you know.
eh?
Let's buy a pet rock. I hear they're delicious in Spring. Did I say delicious? I meant malevolent. Tha's right. It could bite the neighbors.
I heard that Billy Florgenshdale died on his boat yesterday, bitten by a quail.
Really, tha's a pity. I shall write him a letter.
I wonder if they send letters to hell?
You idiot! Eat that snake you're sounding like a constipated rhinocerous.
But rhinocerous don't eat snake!
I'll turn your rhinocerous into a snake if you don't get to reading that book I lent you.
what book?
you know, the one about the vineyards.
Oh, I burned that in the fireplace. I'm rather poor and in the winter I get a bit chilly without the sun, you know.
How odd. He thought to himself as he took his long slimy finger and rubbed against the other's cheek.
mmm, I like it when its bony.
You won't know bony until youve had this printer paper. Tha's right, hundreds of pages about rocks.
Weren't we talking about rocks earlier?
Airplanes are nice when there are clouds.
Excuse me? I don't like clouds. They remind me of the titanic.
The titanic you say? How curious.
Yes, that is all. with all that rust you know
Rust? What a peculiar invention.
Invention?!
You idiot..
Intelligence. Ence ence ence.
I like to run around until im really dizzy.
Dizzy you say? Rawr
Rather extraordinary! he exclaimed as he took the previously dipped quill and started writing?
What are you writing
You want to know what Im writing? Im writing a book.
A book about what?
I wonder if snakes like rocks?
Mr. Tillman was at the grocery store yesterday.
Did he buy any onions?
Please don't insult the reckless.
You are insane. ane ane 
Whoa, tha's pretty good. Can have a little bit more of which I fancy
fancy shmancy. Let's go eat.

"Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. 
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. 
Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: 
Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen."

anyone lived in a pretty how-town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guess (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stopped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both ding and dong)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

Make connections. Explore your tangents. Lick, bite, squeeze, deep breaths... Awaken your senses. Let out the biggest sigh of RELIEF and RELAXATION you can muster. Picture yourself in paradise. Search your memory for loved ones and people that you hung out with for fun. Friends, strangers, peope you've caught eyes with. Beautiful people, honest people, ambitious people, wise, fun, random, spontaneous, strong, responsible... You have made it far. You have succeeded. But only if you keep moving forward. Stay open. Search for more. You don't know anything yet. Listen.