I begin to realize, in the dream, that it's not my eyes I'm looking through. Whoever I'm seeing through steps away from the devastation of the storm and stumbles across a lifeless body. I wake the moment I realize it's mine.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. — H. Jackson Brown