It all went pretty well and perhaps it was worth the insanity. Design’s officially over and I’m officially 24 only that it is dead quiet this time around.
One song Glory One song Before I go Glory One song to leave behind Find one song One last refrain Glory From the pretty boy from Maine Who wasted opportunities One song He had the world at his feet Glory In the eyes of a young girl A young girl Find glory Beyond the cheap colored lights One song Before the sun sets Glory -- on another empty life Time flies -- time dies Glory -- One blaze of glory One blaze of glory -- glory Find Glory In a song that rings true Truth like a blazing fire An eternal flame Find One song A song about love Glory From the soul of a young man A young man Find The one song Before the virus takes hold Glory Like a sunset One song To redeem this empty life Time flies And then - no need to endure anymore Time dies
No more funky young egocentric tutors (who questions but know no answer) and not forgetting the eccentric old bastard (who still is fixated on letterboxes last I heard).
I finally figure it all out, it's all the matter of 'what if?' versus 'what is?'. I belong to the latter. Only if the tutors would understand. Then again, why whould they? Afterall they are after the 'what if?'.