This life is a dream - correct me
if I'm wrong - and in it we flit from
island to island, circumstance to place.
Each book has ten thousand pages, and
we must read them all before we go.
In whichever semblance we undertake :
We each read differently, and all men have
different powers. Some so amply flee.
Running and hiding because they see
all the faults of others. Others stay in
place, dwelling on themselves. Me?
I'm still doing both; believe me.
There's nothing better than a long walk
in the rain. Enhanced roles for rudders,
new things to attain.