Sometimes I Think It Would

We Human Beings Are Strange Creatures And Still Reserve The Right To Think For Ourselves.

I'm Thirty-six Years Old. I'm Just Getting Started!

In Spite Of Everything Life Is Not Without Hope.

Everybody Is Always Tugging At You. They'd All Like A Sort Of Chunk Out Of You. I Don' Think They Realize It, But It's Like 'grrr Do This, Grr Do That' But You Do Want To Stay Intact-intact And On Two Feet.

Trying To Build Myself Up With The Fact That I Have Done Things Right That Were Even Good And Have Had Moments That Were Excellent But The Bad Is Heavier To Carry Around And Feel Have No Confidence.