I wish that I was born a thousand years ago...
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas,
On a great big clipper ship,
Going from this land here to that,
In a sailor's suit and cap,
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town,
And of himself, and those around.
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know.
my best friend once said..."If the heart of man is all one truly needs, as is so romantic to believe, then I have hope. If not, I truly have no hope. So being an optimist when all odds seemingly are stacked against me, seems like such an absurd thing to be, yet what else can I do? I must dive into the absurd, again and again, and see if I can come up with something more than egg shells and half eaten bars of soap."
