I believe that instinct is what makes a genius a genius.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
To live outside the law, you must be honest.
Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.
We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.
Call me any name you like I will never deny it.