After All, We Are Nothing More Or

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.

I Am Afraid Of Getting Married. Spare Me From Cooking Three Meals A Dayspare Me From The Relentless Cage Of Routine And Rote.

I Talk To God But The Sky Is Empty.

I Do Not Know Who I Am Tonight.

So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To Do! A Lifetime Is Not Long Enough.