"I'm good to go For something golden Though the motions I've been going through have failed And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall At a 100 miles an hour When I say Two more weeks My foot is in the door I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday When these open doors were open-ended" Wow, things are unfolding rather quickly, both good and bad. It's amazing, how one world can be so calm and quiet, while another can be so chaotic and destructive. I Feel like I'm plotting something amazing, but nothing feels concrete. Is death the only ending to life? It feels like there should be an alternative. We can't be unborn, but doesn't it sound so appealing?? But at the same time, to never exist is to never experience the very thing that you would be guarding against. Is it better to never know or to know it all too well??? It hurts, but is the pain worth the pleasure?? Is the unknown future worth the wait?? How can you tell until it's too late? When is it too late?? "Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence And I read about the afterlife But I never really lived more than an hour When I say Two more weeks My foot is in the door I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday When these open doors were open-ended"