Masks Are The Order Of The Day

I Wish You’d Find The Exit Out Of My Head.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

For The Few Little Successes I May Seem To Have, There Are Acres Of Misgivings And Self-doubt.

So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To Do. A Lifetime Is Not Long Enough. Nor Youth To Old Age Long Enough. Immortality And Permanence Be Damned. Sure I Want Them, But They Are Nonexistent, And Won't Matter When I Rot Underground. All I Want To Say Is: I Made The Best Of A Mediocre Job. It Was A Good Fight While It Lasted. And So Life Goes.