the beautiful part about being knocked down is the change in scenery, the change in sound no longer pretending to please anyone ok with who I am and what I’ve done and I’m not interested in your helpful tips there’s nothing here that needs to be fixed so take your tools, please run along from this day forth I am ‘as is’ and nothing more no false pretenses of joy I can bring no fake intentions of ever lasting anything uninhibited to say and do what I mean no more facades littering the scene amazing how clarity comes at 3 am driving around on empty again the dingy diner has hours old coffee on the radio plays some sad country song and the lyrics are calling out to me but they don’t know what I see it’s a different view now, it’s a different sound getting comfortable on autonomous ground