I gotta go and never stop going for anything worth more than calcified fragments of a shattered past quest. Once again, I turn left where the earth embraces saltwater bodies, and as swamped by their grand manner I lose that bit of conformism still harbors in that vagabond mind of mine. I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop exhausted yet excited to feel alive. But if I'm just dreaming nobody dares open even half an eye of mine. I gotta go and never stop till I get there. Where? I don't know, but I gotta go. Am I rambling along an unpaved road with no exit or at an unforeseen end, I'll encounter yet another forked tongue of land? And after standing for endless moments, if
