it's another day. another day. one more day. one more chance. to strap on those wings and be one with the air. i've got scraped knees now. but there's always tomorrow...to turn potential to kinetic. to cut to the chase. to cut through the bull. of bogus adulthood. and mounting bills. you find hope in strange places... in the steel blue eyes of a longing akita... in meandering parrots beneath san francisco windowsills... in a long lost memory unfolding from its tucked in way, like love origami, sharp edges but pretty still...

when you were the brightest star who were the shadows?
10,000 maniacs