I don't know how it got to safety last, and cable television lifeblood. I don't know when the dreams got eaten out of you and you turned into this. Nonsense. We were born screaming and unprepared, we weren't meant for anything. We weren't meant for this. Was anything meant for this?
If we have nothing manifest before us and no expectations for better, and we don't, friend. Let us be great, instead. Let us lift those in need. Let us sing the songs that bring peace. I do not mean pacify, I mean peace. Let us love the way we wish the world loved. Let us become warmth and light. And why not? We aren't supposed to do anything else.
We are form seeking purpose. We are lyrics without meaning. We search for it, when we should create it. We dig when we should build. My God we can build. What exactly do we think we are, if not masters of our destiny?