I am questioning my calling, waiting and watching, simply wondering what went wrong. Where did all the time go, how did I fall so low, staring at the past while the present fades away? Give me a second chance - just another day so that I can try to find my way home.
Subliminal messages are lost on me; I'm not sure I can 'read' people very well. It's only day two and I'm feeling the strain.
Plug on, plod on, take the strain, bear the yoke, feel the pain. Swallow the bitterness whole and wonder how it came to this. How can any higher purpose justify itself? How did Giancarlo Rastelli do it?
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