Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. - Bob Dylan

You can never be wise and be in love at the same time.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Don’t reach out for me, she said. Can’t you see I’m drowning too?