If you can live with gum on your shoe, sweat on your brow and frown lines quivering from your lip, well then I can too.
You are a cautionary tale of the worst and best kind of chaos, tortured buried secrets and lies. Brush off the shit and the stink, unmasking truth. Embrace the planetary spins and every so often celebrate silver linings.
Be better than me, bigger, more evolved.
Be good. Be kind. Be cool. Be true.
I’ll walk beside you, shitstorm and all.
Freestyling, freethinking and freewheeling.
Once, and only once.
Our time around.