it's all going to work out, we'll make it happen —
we're in a gang, you and me, inspiration.
so let's pull something wild and unplanned,
something childlike and feral and grand.
let's puzzle the people around us,
provoke them, tempt them, astound them,
stir them up, make them blush, let them wonder —
it's good for everyone. highly recommended.
so let's nudge those who've stopped in their tracks
and tell them: this isn't about making art —
it's about wanting to live. it's a feeling.
that's what inspiration is. that's where we start.
so let's improvise something with this day —
something true, something raw, something real.
all we need for this life is a little courage —
our mark on history? already sealed.
in our own small and personal story.
the global stuff — that's just theory.
lips glossed with something raspberry-bright,
we're ready for whatever comes — long, wide.
wild hair tucked back behind one ear,
we see runways in everything. everywhere.
our wings are not made of cardboard.
our flights above the grey are fully legal.
looping through the tangled city streets,
we're looking for what's worth telling.
sip by sip from a warm paper cup —
stay my main fuel, don't give up.
it's all going to work out. gang, we've got this.
the road is open. start the engine. let's go.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:02 AM UTC
it's all going to work out, we'll make it happen —
we're in a gang, you and me, inspiration.
so let's pull something wild and unplanned,
something childlike and feral and grand.
let's puzzle the people around us,
provoke them, tempt them, astound them,
stir them up, make them blush, let them wonder —
it's good for everyone. highly recommended.
so let's nudge those who've stopped in their tracks
and tell them: this isn't about making art —
it's about wanting to live. it's a feeling.
that's what inspiration is. that's where we start.
so let's improvise something with this day —
something true, something raw, something real.
all we need for this life is a little courage —
our mark on history? already sealed.
in our own small and personal story.
the global stuff — that's just theory.
lips glossed with something raspberry-bright,
we're ready for whatever comes — long, wide.
wild hair tucked back behind one ear,
we see runways in everything. everywhere.
our wings are not made of cardboard.
our flights above the grey are fully legal.
looping through the tangled city streets,
we're looking for what's worth telling.
sip by sip from a warm paper cup —
stay my main fuel, don't give up.
it's all going to work out. gang, we've got this.
the road is open. start the engine. let's go.