Why is it then that I seem to be out of phase so often? I go left, the wave goes right. I paddle like mad, only to have the wave pitch out and slam me. I think I’ve got it pegged, but the wave slips under me. Sometimes I just can’t get it right.
Reminds me of much of my life. When I have some money, I can’t buy what I want. When I need something, I’m broke. A day late and a dollar short, miss the bus, the phone stops ringing just before I pick it up, it rains on the picnic, smoke gets in my eyes.
Well, that’s OK... I’m looking for a City whose Builder and Maker is God. I’m headed for a better Country. My real home is not here.