Every time
My heart breaks
I wish that I could …
Every time your world shakes
I wish that I could…
Every night I lie awake
I wish that I could ..
There’s a secret here inside
We live we love we die
I have learned to lie
You’ve constructed me
And, The pain is real inside
“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. … “
Fitzgerald
Regarding Samuel 