There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as in ever on the road The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything atContinue reading “Not on the same road”
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A Thousand Mornings 