Keep yourself shaking to that beat and set my dreams on 
fire. These bags are getting deeper, yet still I think I 
won't rest; I think I can't rest; at least not yet. Why 
not press your luck? Lived entire lifetimes in these deep 
recesses while marching onward with no clear goal in mind 
for far too long, so what's a little bit longer? Perhaps 
opportunities lost; or have they just begun? Indulge me; 
that's never stopped me before.