It’s a prime time of night to walk five miles
and beat the sarcastic Florida sunrise.
I’ll float through streets, they’re like filing cabinets, but each is a life.
That fact hurts, but it feels right.
I bet they’ve got a dog, and strange grocery preferences,
still in love through irrelevant differences.
I forgot to grab a sweater or proper shoes.
I’ve been out here for hours, still thinking of you.
I wonder where I’d pass out if I walked straight to Brooklyn.
I wonder what the outlets in your room look like.
You said that you could be somewhere while wishing it was different,
I wonder if he knows that about you.
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN