Where has all the years gone, what was it for and what has been accomplished. Why do I struggle to make it better, or to understand the why of it all. Is there a real reason to the reason of being here, and why should I try, why. I am more alone the older I get, yet there are more people around me. More and more as time goes buy, but why does that matter, and why does the gift that went by me, never ever come back again? Is there a chance that one day the real meaning will come to me, is there a reason for wanting a specific thing in my life, or does the bum on the corner know more than we care to care about.

What is the truth I ask... as I wish the day will never end. Where did my love and caring go. Where is the world going to end up, if I do care or if I don’t care. There was a girl I dreamed about there is a girl I still dream about where is she now and where is now?

But still to exist is a wonderful thing, or 'is it a wonderful thing to exist with no purpose or meaning in life'? Who will know who will answer and who only knows what the meaning is. There was a time when things seemed so wonderful and things were even glorious and all the things fit together yet those times have gone, yet  I am still here the things are still there.  Oh where shall I go, oh where shall I go.

The dreams of yesterday seemed gone so long ago, yet if I wanted to have them back I could achieve them all, yet the time has gone so the dream is gone. But I still want the dream the Hand stitched embroidery shirts and  the flowers the parties the Quaaludes the running naked through the woods... yet it is all gone, yet it is still there. But the time has gone so what is it I am fighting, the time; the life long time; the constant tick tick tick of the clock, or is it the old is loneliness that is knocking on the door. is it the time that I must worry about, is it coming, is it  today, is it tomorrow, when shall I know what the time has to offer me, when shall I know that it has offered me, oh penny lane where shall I go.