i'm a riser,
i'm a get up off the ground,
don't run and hider,
pushin' comes a-shovin'
hey, i'm a fighter,
when darkness comes to town, i'm a lighter,
a get out aliver,
out of the fire, survivor
Nowadays
every time we see each other, after I leave you I go home with
the miserable feeling that I’m slow and dense about
everything. I review things I’ve said, and come up with all
the bright and witty things I should have said, and I feel like
kicking myself because I didn’t mention them when we were
together.
When
I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been
ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read
them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things,
including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very
grown up.