Half track, back track. Life is a viscious circle, sometimes. Depression lag, emotional drag. It'll aim for your nose in a straight line. Broken nose and two black eyes, but you're expected to, breathe? More than one way to skin a bird and I certainly say, let's eat! Half bad, truly sad how people can be. Although, I say God is good, all the time and all the time good, is HE. Live or die, sink or swim. Dramatics aren't any option here. You're on your own in this, cruel world! Don't you shock, when your own mother stabs you with cold, brutal force. There's supply in the food chain, so, it's luck of the drawl. First come, first serve. #1 better than any and all. There's always hope for an improved tomorrow! Keep faith in the Lord and you won't drown in your own sorrow!