We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.
It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.