Every road that you go down, every road that you see, every road that you go down, bends eventually. Begin, no, remember. May your eyes always see. Every road that you go down repeats for eternity. A ten mile walk down past, you're already there. Drumhead in the kitchen. Any comfort left to spare? Standing in a blue field. Somewhere else to be. . . Restless abandon, eat your heart on a stick.