I say "hi" to the morning 'cause I like what it brings me. Morning seems to have always been my friend and I like the way it unravels the nude...and the birds you should listen to what they are telling you. They are the prescient poets of the world, the new world news. They are brought to you in the morning, before the day and its unsympathetic turning. Before the day and its unsympathetic turning.

...And I just get this feeling because I get this feeling. Don't tell me its foolish because it comes for a reason and it's because of the way we are living. Your subjectivity seems to get to me and I'll just wipe it like I told you... and I do with a little of this patience.

All this keeps on adding up in my brain.
The multitudes talk to me like they are all the same.
...and they aren't because you can't understand me when I am playing all of these (roles), when I am caught in-between the proper way to be.