Maybe when I was young...
I should have shone like a sun.
But now that world spun like a top,
on and on and on-
may be I missed my chance.
I came helpless, a weirdo, a madcap, a psycho...
But never a crazy diamond.

Rather than a quest for material comfort,
I found a see-saw dear...
For as life turned topsy...and went turvy...
dust covered the glaze-
That might have blinded .

But all is lost in speculations...
Fields of maybe and if what.
Codswallop and blistering barnacles!
Messed up- thats the word.