with the donkeys
with the donkeys no one is here to give directions we're just livin as best we can amongst the beggars and thieves the hookers and politicians we the walking dead…
imagine the ending
imagine the ending flying home november again towards myself limitless unbound ready for more skipping over the painful bits with abandon and vigor this is not the time for regrets…
i want to live
i want to live i want to live in the mountains among the pines and snow where eagles streak the sky and white smothers all sound and despair is blanketed…