Head swirling with images

Of stars and patterns

Laying on the stretching beach

At the mouth of the funnel of experience

Listening to the inner voice that will tell the white picket fence cubicle insurance office worker to fuck it all

To run away and shoot a gun in the desert

To kiss a girl and live

To start a rebellion against the painful order imposed

A creative rebellion against the cage that keeps him from his fears

Against your job and your plans

Against mortgage payments

Against being found, hopefully to become lost again