The only way round is through.
It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.
So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.
It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.
The footpath down to the well is healed.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?