And once drenched in the initial frenzy, with all the caring prerogatives, we reached out for the last frontier. The ego (centred) barrier. From this point only the strong self steem prevails, our optimism smells once more a sort premature.
Do we need running? Do we need chasing?
Do we need loving?
Fuck prudence, let's drown ourselves in the moonlight. Let's survive the outer space.
Let's kill liability, and runaway the routine.