what does a man say after he's been silent for so long? isnt it enough that he can speak? there are so many things i wish i knew that i dont. there are so many more that i know, and i wish i didn't. i guess i wanted to see how far a leaf would blow in the wind. come to find the wind only blows you as far as you'll go. there aint no free rides, the stones already took them all. if they found them, why cant i? the only way to find is to search, and many search till they die. i shouldn't say such things, from what ive been told. ive even been shown, some shit poet's gold. there aint no free rides, the stones already took them all. good job at taking control, you lost all your friends (they're still on patrol) things could be worse. you could write robotic clunky unimagineative and mispelled almost insane indecipherable inconprehensible poetry post it on the internet, then allow no one to see. you could have no one. but you dont. you have everyone thats ever mattered, so let the wind blow. and take them with you.