The journey of a thousand miles begins with how t a single step It is not the destination where you end up but the mishaps and memories you create place own along the way What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's a fucking good-bye. Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place Maybe you had to travel to flgure out how beloved your starting point was But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again, we had longer ways to go But no matter, the road is life Because we had no place we could stay in without getting tired of it and cause there was nowhere to go Nothing is yours except the essential things air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky All things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it. Paradise was always over there, a day's Sail away Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place Maybe you had to travel to flgure out how beloved your starting point was You can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. Finally, knew your belonged. Home