I take a lot of flak from the counter-establishment for selling out.

In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.

Control the things you can control. As for the rest - God bless it all.