Between ideas and talk and rain and dreams and broken hearts and lack of ambition.
Somewhere, there’s still a spark.
I might not be around, as once I was. Everyone goes disappearing.
Think in the cracks in the sidewalk. Wrap your head around cement shattering. The knowledge of rock. Our foundations are deserving of deep thought. Play in the mud. Take a chisel to granite.
Break the walls you have forgotten you erected.
Basic Ideology 101