There’s a finish-line some where. Far off beyond the visible road. I keep telling myself I’ll make it there. A beautiful beach or some humble abode. It is late and I am drunk adrenaline and caffeine. Running out of ideas like a car low on…

You want to understand me You want to wipe my tears But you can’t defend me Until you taste my fears   Racing with the tempest Barely catch my breath But it keeps me laughing I must confess   I want to catch that thunder…