He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction.
He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher, he's a pilgrim and a preacher.
And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse
And searchin' for a shrine he's never found.
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the going up is worth the coming down.
But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse.
All he ever gets is older and around.
From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse.
The going up was worth the coming down.
Paraphrased from the song "The Pilgrim, Chapter 33"
~ Kris Kristofferson