<p>As I see it$$$ part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.</p>
<p>Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.</p>
<p>Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.</p>
<p>Was this the face that launched a thousand ships<br />
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?</p>
<p>What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?</p>
<p>I'm an old man now$$$ and a lonesome man in Kansas<br />
but not afraid<br />
to speak my lonesomeness in a car$$$<br />
because not only my lonesomeness<br />
it's Ours$$$ all over America$$$<br />
O tender fellows --<br />
& spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy<br />
in the moon 100 years ago or in<br />
the middle of Kansas now.</p>
<p>I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for eternity outside of time$$$ and alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.</p>
<p>When you come back$$$ you will not be you. And I may not be I.</p>
<p>Solitude is painful when one is young$$$ but delightful when one is more mature.</p>
<p>I love Humanity but I hate humans</p>