chained up

At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never sleep on karaoke night. But then I left the window open and I listened to their songs, and I grew strong, and I learned to get along.

And so I’m back, from outer space, and I’m resting in my hammock in this Post-Soviet place. I should have grown two stronger feet, I should have grown a better back, and I hope I’ll never get another panic attack.

Go on now, think about the way, don’t be afraid now, tomorrow is another day. Weren’t you the one who tried to tell yourself that walking was your thing? Did you think it was easy? Walking back from Beijing?

Well, here am I, with the Caboose…