brothers and sisters,
Rebuild your life,
We're all drug takers,
That's the sermon tonight.

Long straight roads through haze of rain,
Shot up behind six wheelers, returning to the same place they came from, the return journey.

I return also down familiar roads in search of a new direction. I suggest new paths, I suggest chances to take and gambles to be made. I suggest what I would do.

Then I realise I would do a lot of things differently from the rest. All ideas in my mind.

But it was good to think of those times again.