Quotations

There's many times, tried to analyze
Just what the future is made of
And as the minutes pass, stare into the looking glass
What do I see lord, it can't be me
Growing old so gracefully
Still the world goes round
And though how hard I try
It still keeps leaving me behind
Someday soon I'll know
We'll all have to go
So dreaming can't be that much of a crime

Little Wille G, Thee Midniters “Dreaming Casually” (1967)