I can see clearly now nothing's clear

Is it true that I can only begin things,
and, before long, its unbearable
I grow tired and begin again.

I don't know myself too well.
I'm often rude, I require medication.

I exist in so many different places
on the internet, I don't even know
where to send people to.

I guess that's why people still make web sites.
It helps bring you together.

What have I been doing?
I've discovered board games.

I have stopped playing so much with the chats,
where we made songs up on the spot.
Though I'm still perfectly capable of doing so.

Instead I've reunited with my first musical flame,
Alex from John Columbus,
and we sing little duets with our nylon stringed guitars.

It would be idyllic if I possessed any capacity to market it any place.
So far there's nothing to tell about. The material is still in flux.
Do I write for myself? I've just started putting together some plays again.

I've always wanted to make movies, but jokey sketches sometimes occur to me
And it pleases me to work them out. I don't really want to be a teacher,
I just didn't want to grow up, and I wanted the dream to go on.