When I'm Riding My Motorcycle, I'm Glad

Extroverts Never Understand Introverts, And It Was Like That In School Days. I Read Recently That All Of Us Can Be Defined In Adult Life By The Way Others Perceived Us In High School.

Waiting For The Winds Of Change To Sweep The Clouds Away. Waiting For The Rainbow's End To Cast Its Gold Your Way ... You Don't Get Something For Nothing. You Can't Have Freedom For Free

If You've Got A Problem, Take It Out On A Drum.

I'm Still No Good At Ball-and-stick Games. If I Go Play Golf With The Guys, It's Intended To Be A Joke.

Each Of Us A Cell Of Awareness Imperfect And Incomplete Genetic Blends With Uncertain Ends On A Fortune Hunt That's Far Too Fleet