Here I am, out of breath again, wondering which way to turn. Here I am, scared to death again, wondering when will I learn. When will I learn? If I could start all over, would I be as blindly trusting? Would I remain naive, and ready to believe? If I could start all over, could I be sure which road to travel? Would I be thinking twice, or taking bad advice? Would I for once be loving, and helpful, and good? And would my head be thoughtful, and not made of wood? If there were second ...