picturize the nights and days you close the book and float away and somehow in between you gotta master lying to yourself you max your cards get out of school you get a job your job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else
picturize the nights and days you close the book and float away and somehow in between you gotta master lying to yourself you max your cards get out of school you get a job your job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else
picturize the nights and days you close the book and float away and somehow in between you gotta master lying to yourself you max your cards get out of school you get a job your job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else
picturize the nights and days you close the book and float away and somehow in between you gotta master lying to yourself you max your cards get out of school you get a job your job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else
-- Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind, rain and everything. And though the hum and sway gets me down, I'll find the way to peace and openness.
And yes, it's "Porsh-ah", not "Porsh" or (and this happened once) "Porsh-e"
-- Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind, rain and everything. And though the hum and sway gets me down, I'll find the way to peace and openness.