I wish I could know you much more sometimes...

If you wanna kick this rock around,

if you've got a bone to pick with me,

if you've got a flag, 

plant it in the ground.

I'll stay here until morning,

we can fight like we used to fight,

bony-limbed, red-faced, and teary-eyed,

under the glow of the TV light, 

I'd be willing and able.

Just let me be broken...

It's a state of mind...

Have you ever felt your destiny unfolding in front of your eyes? Have you experienced the intensity of the hunt, the fixation of attention that only fate can explain? Have you ever told yourself your feelings were excessive, but known that something huge and pivotally important was carrying you along like a riptide? I can fight that current all I want; but I know it will still have its way with me. Or I can try swimming along with it, and grow amazed by my own power, until I pause and realize that I'm not moving but being moved. I'm not in control, not at all, and that's what makes the feeling so exquisitely exciting.