Starting off in safe territory just to get the muscles moving: a conversation with myself over some #ska.

The motor is running, my foot's on the gas. I'm going nowhere, I let everybody pass. I don't have a destination. Trapped in a pitstop of my own creation.

I thought I had a sense of where I was going. I thought I finally knew my way. There's no pin on the map and I can't go home. I think it might be time to pray.

I've seen the street before, but it doesn't feel familiar. Something about it's not quite right. There's no one waiting up for me, no light that I can see. maybe it's time to book that flight.

I thought I had a sense of where I was going. I thought I finally knew my way. There's no pin on the map and I can't go home. I think it might be time to pray.

I could hit the road and see where it takes me. but the universe won't give me a sign. no direction no decision just some forward momentum. somehow I always turn out fine.

I thought I had a sense of where I was going. I thought I finally knew my way. There's no pin on the map and I can't go home. I think it might be time to pray. I think it might be time to pray.