A man takes a basketball and throws it as hard as he can. There is nothing in front, behind, or on either side of him, and yet, the ball comes back and hits him square in the face. How can this be?
It’s true I bring serenity,
And hang around the stars,
But yet I live in misery,
You’ll find me behind bars.
With thieves and villains, I consort,
In prison I’ll be found,
But I would never go to court,
Unless there’s more than one. What am i?
It's true I bring serenity, And hang around the stars, But yet I live in misery, You'll find me behind bars. With thieves and villains I consort, In prison I'll be found, But I would never go to court, Unless there's more than one. What am i?
