There I am in my younger days, star gazing
Painting picture perfect maps
Of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in love's perfection
I missed ten million miles I should have seen.

“What makes me think I could start clean slated?The hardest to learn was the lea…”

“Here's what I find about compromise, don't do it if it hurts inside, 'cause eit…”

“We're better off for all that we let in.”

“The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.”