[ IP ] Age 24

I find myself lost. Detained but not restrained. A place of new faces, 
 new dreams and perfect shapes. I rode atop the north wind, but still found myself south. I lose hope now, but do n't give up quite yet. It is n't over quite yet. Quite. I find myself on mountain tops, gasping for air - submerged. I found myself riding on the backs of flying goats inside the fish's lungs where the air is thick as molasses. What is this place? `` Give back now, son.'' I'm confused, but I'm happy now. Is that where we are, mister man? `` Sure.'' I guess life's what you make of it. And I find myself again.
