I read a play written today about a boy. Who hides in attics when the sun is up. Everyone is at work. What will I do? Where will I go?. Show me the way. The truth the anger show me rules of thumb. Show the way to grow old. Love is a guide. The endless river of the soul. But we are mean. The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone. Lust is my friend. She comes to me when I am tired. Life is a rope death is a myth. Love is a fraud it's misunderstood. Work is a sentence family's a drag. This house is a trap. I read a play written today about a girl. She gets on perfectly with young and old. Everybody loves her. What would she wear? Cut off her hair?. Wave as she slides. Gracefully into the working week. She hides her baggage inside. She's got a friend. An ugly monster that will eat your face. She has to cry. A heavy cat of wasted time. She's got a friend. A lonely monster that will prey on you. Life is a secret death is a myth. Love is a fraud it's misunderstood. Work is a sentence family's a drag. This house is a trap. Life is a secret death is a myth. Love is a fraud it's misunderstood. Work is a sentence family's a drag. This house is a trap. I read a play written today about a boy. Tied in melancholy takes the weight. Takes the weight of the world. I walked alone loving a song. Walking the earth. The one-eyed sister who is twenty three. Dried and wrinkled alone. I'll give you a month. To see past shadows in your secret night. I'll give you a week. To look Medusa in the eye. I'll give you a month. To notice heaven in the sight of stage. You'll keep inside of your head. You're sitting on the floor. You're pushing back the tide. So lift the mountain up. So tie writer's witness down. Assemble all your troops. Regards to all these metaphors. And suddenly she says and suddenly she says. And away you too and head for higher ground. And not the king of me. Take a chance and play for today. And build the sets and light the scene. A pretty air and we're upon the screen. And build the sets and light the scene. We'll break when we're on the sacred screen. The backstage of your life. Let's fill the glass and light to share the sun. The backstage of your life. Let's file the tables of the ones you love