Vagrant held my master's secret art. Oh, look at you. . Loves me, loves me not. Loves me, loves me not. Loves me, loves me not. ....
They all wanna be something better. A better singer. A better actor. Better job. . Better money. Better get her. Better lover. Better not. . Too much luck.
And he spoke of pastures green. I was never told why. Each journey lasts an age. And my throat feels dry. It must be the lesson. Hidden deep inside. It must be the lesson.
My heart is a black stone. A streaking mirror of unseen creatures. He had a milkness from the universe. Eighteen thousand feet, a black stone heart. .