I Think Of Life As An Inn

The Beauty Of A Naked Body Is Felt Only By The Dressed Races.

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.

I Am The Escaped One, After I Was Born They Locked Me Up Inside Me But I Left. My Soul Seeks Me, Through Hills And Valley, I Hope My Soul Never Finds Me.

Strength Without Agility Is A Mere Mass.

I Look For Myself But Find No One. I Belong To The Chrysanthemum Hour Of Bright Flowers Placed In Tall Vases. I Should Make An Ornament Of My Soul.