I think the real political divide increasingly is not between left and right, but between those who are intrigued by what is happening and wish to shape it, and those who fear the future, and want to stop it.

How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…

Should i be feeling guilty, or let the judges frown? …
I am a dreamer, and when i wake, you can break my spirit; it’s my dreams you take..
… Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time when I’m kneeling at your feet…