my rings jingaling just like i'm a gypsy.
wait for me somewhere between reality and all we've ever dreamed.
everybody knows that you break your neck to keep your chin up..
so forget the consquences and live for the glory, cause the worst ideas make for the best stories
today is the youngest you're ever going to be, but today is also the oldest you have ever been.
but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep.
all that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.
dream with your eyes closed, try and pluck the pearls from your bones. ☯