Dancers dance and jugglers juggle. Preachers preach and politicians lie. Babies cry. Bus drivers drive buses and soldiers kill. Babies laugh. I love.
If I ever told you that I put much effort into anything, I lied, and I'm surely no politician. Chasing dollars just seems mindless to me. Fame? What's it really good for? I'm sure that I have a definition of success here, somewhere. Ah, sweet sadness- take me, I'm yours.
It's not really goodbye.