I never knew how important it was to do what I wanted to do.
Not foolish things, like fly to the moon, but avoiding what made me feel blue.
It was always 'somebody else's fault, ' that I was not happy enough
I never knew that my happiness was not going to come from ' stuff. '
I found it out quite late in life that my own decisions were all
that it would take to make or break the old proverbial wall.
For I had built a wall so high, so wide, so deep and so strong,
I could never get over, or under or 'round to sing my victory song.
Not quite enough money, nor knowledge, nor freedom, nor peace, nor fun
But always too much of hard work and loss, too much of a life on the run.
The beautiful flower of joy was always just beyond reach