Chasing the Monsoons

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

Some people, I have realised, imagine that they know it all and are thus capable of passing commentary on someone else, directly as well as indirectly.

Life is going rather well. Things are slowly falling into place, and I shall begin a new phase hopefully by the middle of next year. Hope is yet again on the horizon. :)