I Find It Very Hard To Play

I Was Racing Through Life, Utterly Confused And Angry. I Don't Know If I Was Out Of Control; It Was More Like I Felt Frustrated With Myself And Everything I Saw Happening Around Me.

I Couldn't Make Sense Of Things. But Then I Began The Process Of Civilising Myself And Trying To Become A Decent Human Being. I'm Still Working On It.

Even Now I Can't Stand Being Recognized In The Street. I Just Hate It When Strangers Come Up And Try To Talk To Me. I'm Pathologically Shy.

The Older I've Got, The Easier I've Found It To Accept Myself. I Think I've Finally Learnt Not To Beat Myself Up So Much.

I've Had A Blessed Career, And That Has Been Acknowledged In Many Ways Over The Years.