Love and a little bit of rock and roll that is all you need, are those basic things for life, just take a pen and write never stop, not even when is over. Just go on writting on the wall, you can't replace the fresh words because a cause of dry papers.
Make something that nobody will be able to judge, 'cause nobody is someone and someone is nobod. And what will happen then when all this is done and your imagination is gone with the stream, like smoke in the sky, and the stars, those little spots turn into big blue eyes, those eyes you're waiting for, just in the edge of that sea, just in the corner of that street...