because I can
Staying awake while Someone boring keeps talking Gets to be so hard.
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This shaky feeling I have, I think they call it Excitement. Don’t they?
Here’s the real joke: we Get older but we never Actually grow up.
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I wake in the dark And start heading east, into The infinite dawn.
Sometimes I listen To myself talk and think, damn I’m such an asshole.
Doing anything For forty years is beyond My comprehension.
If I were riding Through the desert on a horse, It would have a name.
The moral of this Year seems to be: Make plans, but Be open to change.
Everywhere I go I want to live there. Each house, Each city, each dream.
I love the feeling Of leaving town. And also Of coming back home.