I’d agree to live on the earth for an eternity if they’d show me first a corner where there’s not always room for valor. ‘Universal chicken-heartedness.’ Indeed, this is the panacea, this is the predicate to sublime perfection.
I can count the days ’til you come back
Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks
I can stumble drunk over hope and love
Or I could keep drinking until I sober up