When you walk a life of honesty, you live a life of truth.
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Which road, which road did you take
That brought you here at last?
No road, no road did I take.
I leaped, I leaped from dream to dream.