Hitch your wagon to a star
The spring of life is calling me and the hurricane, and they say to me that I have a friend under the surface of the moon.
It is for him and for you what is sweet and what is sour.
It is the nights of fate.
It works with what is ordered.
It has the headlines of the news.
From the beginning of the month to the end of it.
The eyes watch over and what is the news?
It is perhaps a hit and run.
The spring of life and its fall and boredom.
The spring of life and the culture of suicide bomber.
The spring of life and its breeze and lessons.
The spring of life and the trees and flowers.