17.1.09

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...

I've hAd A mAp lAid out from the dAy I wAs born. But the roAds Are blocked, And the pAper is worn. And All the books I've read, And the things I know. Never tAught me to lAugh, never tAught to let go. (Taken from, M.C. 1987)