Hate becomes less and less accepted in my head, in the world of dreamed by a member of The Beatles: I would be no longer a dreamer, I would be no longer a fool, I would be normal.
But people keep saying me growing up is accepting the world as it is. Grow old and make money, get a job and a car. Growing up can wait, i will play the part of the jester for a while longer. Figuring things out will not be as easy at it looks.
Peace, I need it.
