good-night-moon

An impatient man is one who paces. Always walking but never reaching an end. I ponder, dear sir, what is to come? When the sidewalk corrodes away, Will you be afraid to get your shoes dirty? When your legs grow weary, will you rest them? Rejuvenate. Rejoice. I give you my permission. I give you my blessing. To sit and admire; the only multitaskign required of you. Let the sun warm you innards. Let the sounds caress your lobes. Give purpose to anatomy and meaning to your existance. Do not fade away, do not hold back. Fill your lungs and your heart and be at peace with yourself. ... wherever you are.