Every Day Is Precious And I Feel

Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You Understand Me A Little, Love Me A Little?

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.

I Feel That Very Strongly: Having Been An Academic, Having Been Tempted By The Invitation To Stay On To Become A Ph.d., A Professor, And All That, One Side Of Me Certainly Does Respect All Disciplines, As Long As They Don't Ossify.

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

Let's Face It: I'm Scared, Scared And Frozen. First, I Guess, I'm Afraid For Myself...the Old Primitive Urge For Survival. It's Getting So I Live Every Moment With Terrible Intensity.