I drove a gondola down every river, looking for someone to share my feelings with, but because it was all in my head I never had success. No matter how slow or fast I rowed I never had someone who said hello, even though I screamed and cried they all passed me by.

And as they flowed further away I thought I heard between them say that things in life are there to be explored. So don't set your sights on just one goal cause that's the day you'll kill your soul and have forgotten why it was we started this.

It's too easy to get lost in the depths of your despair and it takes strong arms to pull you out of it. So I decided to let go and let the river do all the rowing and had faith that I'd end up in the right place.

A gondola might seem safe but it can be a lonely vessel, do we need a crutch to help keep us afloat? Maybe now its time to progress, to jump in and get wet and see if you're feelings will help you sink or swim.

I've rowed that gondola down every river, looking for someone to share my feelings with, but because it was all in my head I never had success. But now that I've jumped in and swam the length of the canal I feel refreshed enough to be reborn. No matter how slow or fast I row I never had someone who said hello, even though I screamed and cried they all passed me by.

Help the homeless give them money or no lets take a trip to somewhere sunny, peoples conscience lasts as long as shaking a hand to show our friendship. Get a job get off the street stop groveling for dignity at peoples feet we don't give a shit and never will but we'll spend enough money to buy some pills. People who care just aim to scare and save themselves by filling a prophets empty lair. Angry at us people for what we've become, the faith we're steeped in with our blinders on. When weve forgotten goodwill trust and truth and left with hate filled greed dressed in over sized boots we still won't learn.

Open window its 2am and I’m daydreaming while the world is sleeping. All these thoughts running through my mind, how can so many people in this world be so unkind? Everybody’s just into themselves nobody listens cares or tries to make amends. Cigarette smoke floats, telling all my troubles to a pen that understands, next best thing I suppose.

We like to believe, that we’re the only people that breathe.

Open window its getting cold thinking about all those times we don’t learn from what we’re told. Yellow night sky with its northwest stars, You need their light to write and they disappear. What kind of light do I need to see the stars and see myself as clear?