Adventures suck when you're having them.
One likes to believe in the freedom of music...
But glittering prizes and endless compromises, Shatter the illusion of integrity...
People don't realize the limitations of 200 words, and the way they get chiselled down into a song that has to be sung.
And the men who hold high places must be the ones who start to mold a new reality closer to the heart.
Lessons taught but never learned, all around us anger burns. Guide the future by the past. Long ago the mould was cast.