
Let me tell you about the future. Do you think for a second that you will be a kid forever? Do you listen to the stories that your parents tell you and honestly think that you will never be the ones telling them?
I've listened to the trees, and the clouds, and the fucking ground, and they all tell dirty dirty secrets my friends.
You and I have looked up at the night sky, and laughed in it's face.
You've looked in the mirror, and loved what you saw.
I've heard the stories that people tell. I've grown old from the stories they tell.
And to you my friend.
I hope you become a hero.
Someone who tells stories that make me feel young again.