Did I see you falling? It seems to me / We are born at a great height and / All our lives drift down to darkness. / But looking at you tonight through / My glass I see the golden bubbles / Rise and wink into the widest air. / And I know I was wrong to despair.
Peter Galen Massey 
I don’t relate to the drifting down to darkness, so I was pleased you recognised the error of your ways.
Who says I did? Perhaps the conclusion is simply what I wished was true.