Are we lost, and if so, where had we intended to go? I don’t know. I guess I’m lost, too. But making great time and having a better one.
I’m a fool, sure enough, just waiting for my ship to come in, so I can take my place on it with all the rest. We’ll set sail tomorrow and strum sun beams ’til they’re out of key.
We’ll swallow the ocean waves in a gulp; we’ll drink the sea dry if try. I don’t lie. Believe it. What a sensible man knows is impossible, so a fool can accomplish without effort.
A fool at least will get where he’s going if you let him.