The final dream is the first dream.

Well, its not that specific. Or is it?

When your ego is unidentifiable.

Now we get a fresh new Saturday!

How's say we call it a night?

Then flip the switches until all the lights are off.

Bring it to the edge and back.

Lets drink our coffee on the porch.

Lets take it slow, don't go so fast.

This should do it for now.

Be more like the homeless hermit.

Yall caught me slippin. I'll make up for it.

Making up for lost time.

The world is ending, time to get comfortable.

Nostalgia packaged and sold as templates.

Ain't nobody got nobody.

You're blessed to have someone.

Blooming in slow motion.

The absurd reflection in the mirror.

Wake up. Its tomorrow.

We are the youth of the nation.