"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
Monday, February 8, 2010
You asked me if I was waiting on time
As if time were a person Someone to arrive Go out with me for a laugh and a few drinks
Time, I'm waiting
For what time is supposed to be And praying that I know what time should look like