Not even self-love can always be counted on for support.

I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.

I put second things first, and then worry about first things.

Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.

Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder.

Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.

Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.