My life is a frenzy, it's a nonstop paradise parade. I live it from moment to moment and they're each unique. What is the past but a story and the future but a hope. What is the now except for forever here. Words... They tumble from me, like so many ponies in a stampede. Where's the reason? I'm hunting it down. How many pieces make a whole? And not just a whole piece. Where I wander I wend a way. Even where no way goes. So this girl is, cyanide on your breakfast cereal. Danger!
