My Life Belongs To Me, My Love

America Has Everything, Why Should They Want Us.

Dear One, Near Me, Truth Assessed, Reborn Worldwise, Mind At Rest. True Heart Sow You, God Has Blessed, Your Soul Whispers, Love Confessed.

Everybody Would Like To Be Good, That's The Silly Thing, Everybody Always Likes It When They're Having A Nice Time Or When They're Happy Or When It's Sunny, They All Dig It; But Then They Go And Forget About It, They Never Really Try To Make It Nice. They Think That It Just Comes Along And It's Nice If You're Lucky, Or If You're Unlucky It's Bad For You.

The Beatles Exist Apart From My Self. I Am Not Really Beatle George. Beatle George Is Like A Suit Or Shirt That I Once Wore On Occasion And Until The End Of My Life People May See That Shirt And Mistake It For Me.

Some People, Of Course, Can Be Happier With The Cars, The Fancy Threads, The Hilltop Mansion, And The Other Status Symbols Of 'having Made It', But I Found That Several Of My Most Prized Possessions Were Slipping Away, Despite All The Fortune I Had Amassed.