Off with you.
Leave me for the fishes --

Forget the songs you have learned;
there's only one thing left to sing of.
Sing only of what will (we'll) be,
when we finally learn to love.

Chopsticks

A good friend once told me...
a lost friend...
lost isn't the right word...
a friend that has gone out to sea,
waving her arms frantically as I
stood on shore wondering what happens next,
- at this point,
this could be about anybody. It's probably
you -

that the only way to write is to keep writing
and never stop.
- the possibilities are still endless,
and it's still probably you -

so off we go.