Oh, to lead an enchanted life. To be remembered in the blissful twang, of a southern drawl. The swing dance rebellion kid. The rhapsodic manipulator. The sorrowful sensation.
But for the sake of earnest inhibition, I could seize the rein of any hellbent horse and lasso tremendous mountains. But I’ll bite off more than I can chew, and spend eternity regurgitating that which I so eminently pursue.
Food for thought is tempered resolution. – Sinz