again, the road (driving at night) there was a beacon on the road late at night as we drove... demanded attention look see hear listen late at night roadroadroadroadroad onandon "...you awake yea..." roadandroadandroadandroad "...she was a good-friend of my second-cousin's..." shit... quick snap inspiration everywhere about around without trying from cuspywake/sleep ridingthefence whoa-look>highway lines whitenotwhitenotwhitenot whew-wee man living life yes brings just rewards dialectical tension grabs at me now: consider, if you had to find inspiration strictly, in others... well? don't take it personal, man can't help it! can't help being what they were born to be jus' like you so chill... cause we were NOT created equal some have the eye some the ear a bend a certain way clear and profound (one-at-a-time) bound to be pointed out claimed and exclaimed a round and a round yes for them those that tune to those colors hues tones those subtle pulses being pushed back by the moreobvious among-but theyarethere! pushing flaunting igniting the wonder in us all there was never a promise of a smooth smooooooth life... the answer always being: /= ...you figure it out