It is a hard and terrible thing to be misunderstood, and harder still to lack the skill and courage to make your true self known.
Sad to gain this insight after all the years, now feeling helpless and clueless and utterly less.
So what to do when the fire is all but extinguished and there are no more stories and melody and rhyme?
The world turns
The heart still yearns
For the love we are unlearning