We often get lost in this monotonous march. It Gets abit head-banging at times. Kick a few stones maybe it'll lead somewhere. There's no sense in life, maybe it's a journey to look at beautiful things, maybe it's a pilgrimage for some who seek enlightenment at the end. But be cautious not to give up and pull the shades down. When you don't see anything beautiful anymore, Thats when people decide to chuck the train ticket and hop off. Beautiful things await. Sometimes after a Long while, you only get to see the same green yellow and blue, sometimes it's all darkness through a long tunnel. But wait, have patience... Good things will come.


On da moove