late twenty eleven

i’ll shed everything. everything i own – keep only the basics. i’ll buy a car and drive – i’ll set onto this journey to find whatever it is. however long it takes

for the last two years i’ve been in chicago and it doesn’t feel complete – maybe it’s me. maybe it’s not the right time. maybe i failed my shot. sparks of joy on an unpainted carousel playing the replacements over and over and over without speakers. when i close my eyes: i’m on the road. illuminated lines in the night are ahead of me. driving with no end in sight. this is the vision i’ll follow

in real life is the new role-playing game
rock and roll…forever