what am I doing here, with these people, in this place? waiting for a sign perhaps. waiting for an adventure to come, treating life like a waiting room.
it moves on, fast, and I'm here, standing still like a bitch, expecting a sign. well, there is no sign. it'd show up by now if it was meant to happen.
so, I have to go and look for an adventure. it's just crazy, the fact that we're all running around, doing things we were told to do, either by conformism or totalitarianism. and I don't even mean, you or her... I mean the whole nation. the whole world. what are we looking for?
well... meaning, right? certainly not a point! there's no point of it all, but it could mean something to you or me.