Take all of your wasted honorEvery little past frustrationTake all of your so-called problems,Better put 'em in quotations.

Don't care what people sayJust follow your own wayDon't give up and use the chanceTo return to innocence.That's not the beginning of the endThat's the return to yourselfThe return to innocence.

Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother...' - A Girl Worth Fighting For (song).

I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.

Delicate in every way but oneGod knows we like archaic kinds of funChance is the only game I play with, babyWe let our battles choose us.

I'm a peasantI'm the muzhikA pest you're destined to play the musicAnd yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly.

You wrote my thoughtsFor all the world to seePainted the skyWith immortal words.

In starlit nights I saw you,So cruelly you kissed me.Your lips a magic world,Your sky all hung with jewels.The killing moonWill come too soon.

JAMIE'S SONG 'Bright Blue Dream':I watch the world go round and round.And see the sun go up and down.I think I’ve heard most every soundExcept your voice.I feel the river by my feet.And let the tears dry indiscrete.Seems the horizon’s incompleteWithout your face.The world is a colder place,Shadows everywhere you used to be.Darker than the darkest nights I’ve seen.And I try go back to thatBright blue dream.When there was nothing, there was nothing, but you and me.Clear blue sky.Yes there was something, there was something, I could not see.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going...