For the old, the young and the lost

You'll turn left and wonder if it looks right. The earth moves on its axis whether you want it to or not. It's us versus them and if you are giving in then you are giving up. All the names in this world don’t mean anything: Old, young, tired, sad, happy, good, bad, pretentious, hipsters, sellouts, careerists, spellbinders, hypnotic, empty, hollow, shallow, lost, found, the worse, the best, black, white, yellow, blue. You have to move faster, fly higher and stronger. No time for maybes or goodbyes sometimes. Never construct and reconstruct the obvious. No limits that you ever knew matter, not then not now. Find strength in your sorrows. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow should remind you that the past is behind you. Every obstacle that you have defeated is down and deserves to stay down. The bomb is on and it's ticking. Once it's gone there is no going back. You will not find whatever you need in whatever hole you peer down, whatever alleyway you peek behind or whichever chamber you retire in. Life is good. Never ever forever comes tomorrow. There are no more sorrows. There are no more heroes. There are only zeros. If you are ever desolate, sunny side down, exhausted or disconnected, look no further than your dirty anvil feet. Go left and make sure that it is right.