September 2011
57 posts
August 2011
29 posts
I travel the world looking for understanding
Of the times that we live in
Hunting and gathering firsthand information
Challenging definitions of sin
I travel the world looking for lovers
Of the ultimate beauty
But never settling in…
I am a wonderlust king.
I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
And presidents
And billionaires
And generals
They’ll never know
They’ll never know
What I have owned
What I have owned…
“I may not understand it; I may not even necessarily agree with it, but I’ll tell you what, I accept it, and just sort of… glide along. The idea is to remain in a constant state of departure while always arriving. It’s like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now, you may get the 8 pack, or you may get the 16 pack, but it’s all in what you do what the crayons - the colors - that you’re given. Now don’t worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. I say, color outside the lines! Color right off the page! Don’t box me in.”
I want in like a substitute
I’ve been working awful hard for you
But you don’t say, you just hold your breath
So I can’t touch what I haven’t yet
Like a rolling stone.