Texty: Effort. From Our Mistakes [EP]. We Can Learn.

Today during my morning commute I heard on the radio, on the news that if I stopped and looked to the east I'd see a pink summer sun rise over the sea. Still I drove on over the Zakim bridge, I couldn't slow down, I didn't give in. My heart screamed stop but my fear said to wait, for job security I'd never be late. And it reminded me of when I was a kid and I promised myself I would always live for the moment each and everyday so I wouldn't have to hear our children say, "Dad did all he could in a world where it's understood dreams die in the heart of the young but as he grew old they died one by one". Now as I tilt my rear view mirror the objects are closer but they do not care if East Boston is just out of reach, these fucking buildings won't let the sky breathe. It seems I'm working on my epitaph. Someday I promise myself I'll put getting to work back on the shelf and I'll tell my kids, "You don't have to live the same way dad did. Do the things in life that will make you happy while making sure they aren't just momentary. I know they say this world is just too cold but that's only if you fit into their mold..."