The First Step... Shall Be To Lose

To Me, Poetry Is Somebody Standing Up, So To Speak, And Saying, With As Little Concealment As Possible, What It Is For Him Or Her To Be On Earth At This Moment

The First Step... Shall Be To Lose The Way.

Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

I Start Off But I Don't Know Where I'm Going; I Try This Avenue And That Avenue, That Turns Out To Be A Dead End, This Is A Dead End, And So On. The Search Takes A Long Time And I Have To Back-track Often.

Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak For Everyone.