This Must Be What It

...this Is The Way Fate Usually Treats Us, It's Right There Behind Us, It Has Already Reached Out A Hand To Touch Us On The Shoulder While We're Still Muttering To Ourselves, It's All Over, That's It, Who Cares Anyhow.

The Virtue Of Maps, They Show What Can Be Done With Limited Space, They Foresee That Everything Can Happen Therein.

Yet Human Experience And The Practice Of Communication Have Shown Throughout The Ages That Definitions Are An Illusion, Like Having A Speech Defect And Trying To Say Love But Unable To Get The Word Out, Or, Better, Having A Tongue In One's Head But Unable To Feel Love.

If I'm Sincere Today, What Does It Matter If I Regret It Tomorrow?

No Human Being Can Achieve All He Or She Desires In This Life Except In Dreams, So Good Night All.