Maybe one of these days, my insensibility will wake me up. Because it feels as though my life's crumbling but when I take a good look around, it's exactly where I last left it & the scene looks pretty damn good. Tupac's still holding my head up, G&S are still singing my ultimate pride, & I'm still at it.
Said I'd be living my moments. Question: How many more moments have I got to live by?
I can't see my finish line. Did I miss it ? Or, did I ride off the wrong exit at the roundabout ?
Should I ask to go for a walk down a long winding route, would I even be convinced & guaranteed a significant ounce of willingness ?
