My parents have some wacky beliefs too. I sometimes think how strange it must be to have a child who thinks so differently from you. I think my parents wonder where they went wrong with me a lot of the time.
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
I hope it will happen this time, this seems more promising than all of the others, but that's what I've said in the past too... Of course, I am talking about love. But I am fickle in love, or so they say.