The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

lost track i know there’ll be talk among the brotherhood lots of peppy upbeat talk (cos that the sort of eternally optimistic perpetually irritating numnuts they all are) of roads going ever on & journeys of a 1000 miles — but all it means to…