Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes,.
As tonight will be, like sporting a pillbox hat, with a funereal chrysanthemum stitched to its crown, She lived somewhere on the Middle East Side and She seemed to be taking her cue, as to how late one should work, because...