Someone asked him what his plan was and how he could hope to execute such a thing.
He shook his head and said he had no idea what he was doing and called it a Song Sung Two.
Sometimes people sing a song only they can hear and if they are lucky their solos intersect with a chorus that brings them back together.
Maybe that sounded stupid and ridiculous, he wasn’t certain of anything than he had lived in the land of stupidity for an age.
Broken hearts and shattered dreams were all around but so were islands of hope and opportunity.
Places that weren’t mirages, but an oasis upon which love lived or so he had heard.
After all this time who knew what was real and what was fake. It was all inside out and upside down to him.
A giant spinning top he hoped would deposit him somewhere favorable and not leave him sprawled face down on the cement.