As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The reinvention of daily life means marching off the edge of our maps.
I'm very grateful that I have one of those faces that seems to blend back into the crowd. A lot of people pay lip service to wanting a normal life, but it's actually very important to me.
The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.
There is no situation like the open road, and seeing things completely afresh. I'm used to traveling. It's not a question of meeting or seeing new faces particularly, or hearing new stories, but of looking at life in a different way. It's the curtain coming up on another act.
Being on the road is a great habitat for creating new music because there's so many different experiences.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.
Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
The road is a lonely place, and that sounds like a cliche, you know, like what is my life?