No better day than today.
Pick up and leave.
Do what you wanted to
Yesterday
And the day before
Ever since you could remember thinking about it
You were thinking about doing it
What’s stopping you?
What’s holding you back?
Smash lies, drown guilt itself, **** damnation, fly high, and
Never
Look
Back.
This is your life.
It’s yours and no one else’s
To make
And mold
And have
And hold
And love
And find
Wherever it may take you
Let it comfort you
And “never look back”, I said!
Don’t look down
And for the record
And for God’s sake
Godspeed to you, brothers and sisters!
Seize what is yours!
Deliver your dreams, conquer your fears, and
Be a champion of chivalry
A king of kindness
A giant of joy
And above all
Make this place
Make this time
Make this one
Count.

If it's good that's why you'll do it
if it's not that's why you don't
and if it's good you'll want to do it more
if not, well then you won't.

I am undecided
and undecided I shall be
until I try and find I like it
and that's good enough for me.

Moonlit skies on this summer's eve,
take me in, though grant me leave;
  I will explore you thoroughly.

    On trodden paths near-forgot,
    a bloodhound's howl, a hunter's shot:
  a late-night symphony.
  And we
    paint the world with all we've got.

      Though everything now strongly glows,
      where we walk, no one knows.
  Nor remains an eternity,
      nor rain, nor calm bellows
  that withers the spirit inside of me.

So away, now, and do perceive
those moonlit skies on a summer's eve;
    whether weather's clear or not,
    whether stars shine bright or not,
onward -- onward! -- in twain we'll cleave
    the lot;
onward -- onward! -- in twain we'll cleave
    the lot
of those who scant believe.

I reach for the bottle, when I feel some new loss,
and it's the bottle, that shows me who's the boss.
I reach for the bottle, to cope with all the pain,
and everytime I reach, it begins to gain.
When I drink, it spins out of control.
When I drink, it shows me who's the fool.
I kept a bottle by the bed,
just to clear my head,
but I need it no longer,
'cause I'm getting stronger,
and I'm not gonna break,
for my own sake.

Astro capsuls(car) warm delight
Ballistic speeds to the extreme
Catagorised on shape and style
Detour from the mentor
Elevated on pavement close to enslavement
First to the mark forging through the dark
Grounds down below like a rivers flow
Highlighted with lines to guide you along
I see the danger to react is no stranger
Jerky action bad disaster
Klinkity klink klink on a broken castor
Left outta breath, DMT the chemical master
Money leaves my pocket to fix my expensive little rocket
Need all my wheels to feel, now its heel to heel
Orange is the word that mixes well with porrage
Porrage stays good in storage unlike an orange
Question the suggestion of a new auto selection
Running and walking without the radio theres more talking
Service stations fuel the imagination
Time slips by in the wink of an eye
Under the weather convertables arnt better
Vast spaces traced in the unknown race
Watching life through layers of sand
X-ray vision lights at hand
Yellow dot marks the spot of caution
Zenieth and zorrow were standing on the Yellow

and thats how i crashed my ABCs
next time wont you please
GET THE ******* THE ROAD for me

Just the thought of them makes your jawbone ache:
those turkey dinners, those holidays with
the air around the woodstove baked to a stupor,
and Aunt Lil's tablecloth stained by her girlhood's gravy.
A doggy wordless wisdom whimpers from
your uncles' collected eyes; their very jokes
creak with genetic sorrow, a strain
of common heritage that hurts the gut.

Sheer boredom and fascination! A spidering
of chromosomes webs even the infants in
and holds us fast around the spread
of rotting food, of too-sweet pie.
The cousins buzz, the nephews crawl;
to love one's self is to love them all.