Looking at a map of Ancient Rome, listening to Damien Marley's version of his dad's "Pimper's Paradise".
My thoughts wander over everyone I know and I wonder what they're doing tonight, if they're having a good night and what their little worlds are like right now.
I'm thinking of all the people i've wronged, and all that i've righted....wondering where they are right now...wondering if i'm on their minds or merely a memory...

Santa Monica this week, then opening for Matisyahu at the stadium....getting excited.

Will I wake up one day and finally be exactly where I want to be or will I always struggle to make myself into something I'm not yet, like a perpetual butterfly?

These black glasses shade dark eyes,
eyes that have seen much and
have much more to see.
If you could see these eyes.....