When a child my dreams rode on your wishes I was your son high on your horse My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric windy of course.
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can...
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and...
I don't want to get home from work and wonder if I could have done better if I didn't go out that night. What you're doing is going to go on the big screen and go down in history.
