"how you gonna win, if you ain't right within?"
-Lauryn Hill
on the road again
about to get on the plane again
this is how i like it
no desire to down the bottle
just hang out with an old friend
filling up the well
inspiration is mind
inspiration in mine
and it's time to let it in
to let it all the way in
not let the powers retard me
the thoughts provoke me
that say sit still
don't move
trick thy self
you should be happy
when your fingers don't move
it's that time again
let the flying begin
5 hours here
4 hours tomorrow
destination within
-motor wilson
Thursday, June 08, 2006
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