I used to be proud to be a country boy, now I don't know anymore. As much as I love sinscerity and peace, sometimes it's just too quiet. My thoughts are bringing me closer to Boston everyday and I just don't feel like fighting with myself anymore.
Not to say I don't like it here, because I do. It's just not my time yet, I can live here later in life, maybe raise a family by that time, but it's too soon to plant my feet, not while I have so much walking to do.