Occasionally I've felt that I've done what I wanted to do. And yet I've been directed. Some invisible hand has had me by the scruff of the neck, and every time I thought that I was taking an important step up toward the light, it has pushed me further into a network of sewer pipes running beneath a landscape that I cannot see. You must learn from the mistakes of others. There are 3 sides to every coin.
Perspective is everything.
Four, if you count the inside. Now I lay me down alone Another day away from home. I've heard no words of love today no young one asked to go and play. No pleasant touch of the lady's hand that now reaches toward another man. I wonder if they think of me and wish for life that used to be.