What do you do when you love Mark Twain and Robert Frost equally. I guess you leave a lot of peoples heads spinning. I understand very well. Why my words aren't a national treasure.
I understand I may never start a trend. The road I travel, is seldomly walked on. I digit for all my success. The Mississippi would run dry.
Still I try, I try to unravel this paradox. Cause the love I feel is real.