I am a lone wolf, a beauty and a beast, both hunter and hunted, soft tongue and sharp teeth. I'm toned from my travels yet raw from this road, as I drink from storm puddles and the stories I'm told.
I have seen angels: they were sleeping in gutters, they were standing in bank lines, they were jumping from towers. They were calling like seagulls but nobody heard such a beautiful message from such a common bird.
We want freedom for ourselves but we can't give it to each other. We want peace between nations yet we battle with our lovers. We're blinded by billboards and trying to get ahead, choking on ambition and the words left unsaid.
Help me figure this out. Help me figure you in. You're a shadow to me that I echo when I sing. Help me figure this out. Help me figure you in
to this simple little melody.
- Wendy Mcneill
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
- Oscar Wilde