Though I oft' try to forget the memories of the past The good, the bad, the happy, the sad. There oft' lay no meaining to the question never asked, While remaining unable to obtain due counsel, Living through it is such a lonely task. Sometimes I ponder of the sailor set adrift at sea. As never had I thought before. Lead me to judge that, of course, Humans are only humans, always full of confusion.
Most people never realize of the course they have chosen.
They stalk sources of adornment only, Maybe, someday, they will end their delusions.