We are living in enchanted time. With our spirits right.

We are living in enchanted time. With our spirits right.

Who knows, maybe this whole planet is an asylum, a penal realm. A place for hard cases.

I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.

Don't neglect the gold in your own back yard.

We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.

I held you in the square And felt the evening Re-order itself around Your smile.