Never had an enemy
Just a handful of friends
Almost everybody was a
Means to my ends
Living introverted
Trapped inside my brain
Just another demon
That was never fully slain
Now I’m still revolving
Soon we’ll see forty-two
And I’m still wondering
If I can connect with you
Composed in my head while driving and listening to Chris Taylor's "Travelers Hotel" LP, tracks 3 and 4. I pulled over and parked at Walmart to scribble the lines in a notepad.