Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.
Without geography you're nowhere.
Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.
I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.
We are the people our parents warned us about.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.