Wake in loneliness, loneliness. Falling inside your story. Walking after you, after you. I will share my time.
Do what you do, gotta get through. You have such little time to give your all. Living like you won’t regret it. Might leave behind some remorse. Will the end come with you being wrapped up by some lengthy thing? Nope, instead the end is you wrapping it at an unpredictable and incredible speed.
Something quite magical about road-trips. It’s like the earth moves with you and for you; and all the time in the world sits in the palm of your hand.
