in which the actor ponders the great question of the chicken and the egg
I don't know where it started or where it stopped or at one point the stumbles became falls but I am where I am and I don't believe in regrets. You always knew that. I've always been clear.
It's an age old question, a condundrum of sorts but I'm bored too easily by such puzzles. I always was the rational one. My cards were laid out on the table long ago but you were always too busy looking elsewhere to see.
Crossroads. Crosshairs. One foot in front of the other and eventually I'll end up where I'm supposed to be. I look in your eyes and wonder. About doors, open and shut. Opportunity.
If I'm not making sense it's because I don't know yet, but I will. Give me time.
In the interim. Who knew I liked flying so much?
It's an age old question, a condundrum of sorts but I'm bored too easily by such puzzles. I always was the rational one. My cards were laid out on the table long ago but you were always too busy looking elsewhere to see.
Crossroads. Crosshairs. One foot in front of the other and eventually I'll end up where I'm supposed to be. I look in your eyes and wonder. About doors, open and shut. Opportunity.
If I'm not making sense it's because I don't know yet, but I will. Give me time.
In the interim. Who knew I liked flying so much?