Time for a little recovery. Going 120, the scenery is irrelevant to me now. On the road that will actually take me somewhere. Where? I don't know. All I know is that I can't see the end, so as far is I know it doesn't exist. Go, go, going. No hands to hold, no cushions to fall on. If I crash, I crash. But I want to be behind the wheel.
I don't want to be like them..
