Ain't no glory made from being dependable.
It's like that, I guess, when the past come to collect what you owe.
What is luck but something made to run out.
Folks think a lifetime is a thing stretched out over years. It ain't. It can happen quick as a match in a dark room.
It's early yet. It's always early, while you still alive.
The kid come in at a strange angle, made the notes glitter like crystal.