Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’
You thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

This is the music I listened to constantly during my despairing junior high school days.
Since then, I have collected about 60% of Bob Dylan's studio albums.

I think I've probably bought most of his albums from the early days up to around the 1980s.

Thanks to Bob Dylan's "Highway 61 Revisited," I became interested in the clothes he wore on the album cover and went out to town to look for similar items. No matter how desperate I felt, I started to think of myself as "like a rolling stone." Feeling desperate is usually like a black hole, a bottomless swamp where you feel like you'll fall forever.

However, if a stone keeps rolling, it will eventually reach the ground and stay there, or flow into the sea and sink to the seabed forever, contributing to new land formation, or continue rolling, eroding into sand. Eventually, it will arrive somewhere. It's certainly not falling into hell; it's just existing in the natural world.

In any case, if something moves or changes shape significantly over a long period, it's usually due to a disaster or something similar. Changes in feelings and movement in life also require a significant amount of time.

Don't rush, young man!

Now is the time
Worry a lot!!
Young people!

YOLO! - You Only Live Once!