My legs are my motor The wind blows behind Neither mod nor rocker Just a man on a ride   Like the kid at Christmas By the lead colored tide No dreams of darkness Just a boy on a ride   The endless hill climb Breathing petroleum air Descending rush of...

We talk about thepast like it's amovie wewatched together.You liked thecinematography.I didn't care for thecruelty of theprotagonist.We disagree on thetheme, and everyscene holds differentaspects ofsymbolism for us.I'm not sure I wantthere to be a sequel,despite the goodacting.

I’ve been walking in my sleep Journeys across space and time Dark forces slowly start to creep Out of this chalk outline I climb   Riddles are their own mystery  Meaning is squeezed from words Every scandal with a long history  Was designed for thinning herds   Opportunity never...