A bad trip? This whole country, this whole world is on a bad trip, friend. But they’ll arrest you for swallowing a tablet.
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?