....rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Thinking about the sea, beach and summer......

I had nine lives but i lost all of them
And i've been searching in the night
And i've been searching in the rain
I tried to find them
But they disappeared
They walked away they dressed in black
They left my side and all i say
Is that i wasted time
When i looked for them
For now i know that things gone past
Are never to be found again
I had nine lives
But lost all of them

I had a plan
But never finished it
And i've been searching for the thought
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And i've been searching in a haze
I try all days
To remember it
But now the blueprint in my mind has gone
My mind forgot the colour of direction
And my eyes they see the hands
That could have bulit
That could have constructed

The empire in my mind

The empire
I'll never find
I had a plan
But that was where it ended.....