Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.
It's hard to win when you always lose.
Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.
Don't you know there ain't no devil, it's just god when he's drunk.
but it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.