05/04/08

I've come to realise nothing, really. Thought I'd run across some kind of crossroad, a lucky charm or ammulet. Dreamed on and on, really. True and simple; I've never actually left my wondrous fantasy land. To run to the end of the Earth. . .
Now I see that it is all about choices.
In the old town, you'll never be in and you'll never get out. . . build me a home underground free from light and sound, give me a home in the air: I will run to the end of the Earth, so long, 'til the end of the Earth.