I've grown stale I got cold old and unavailable,your youth leads me to new creative sensations or just back to them I'm not sure and I'm sure I don't care yet I am simply thankful and thankfully unaware of what the next trip will be, an adolescent adventure,well quite possibly I will keep perusing that so called happiness even if it is just a dream,I have made peace with my demons long ago now we live in harmony together no misunderstandings no grievances no irrelevant upheavals theres just no need no more causes to believe in now its all smiles and pats on the back till the end of our days,I can not think of any other way to streamline our precious time just the demons and me in perfect harmony,just towing that line,just letting it be...