We know where we want to go, sometimes, but never know exactly where we’ll end up; fate drives the car, while our hands spin idly on a toy steering wheel.
To share is human:
Where We Want to Go
Sometimes, we know…
Poetic Epilepsy
Sometimes, we know…
We know where we want to go, sometimes, but never know exactly where we’ll end up; fate drives the car, while our hands spin idly on a toy steering wheel.
