I struggle within myself, and it comes to me that life itself is
struggle: a struggle and some sweetness. Where is my sweetness, i
wonder? So tired and bored with having my face in the dirt. Tired
and bored, and losing enthusiasm. But i know, somewhere inside, there
will be other hitchhikers, and i will show them something they have
never seen before. Got a little peice of god between my ears, i say.