Wondering wasted through this tall grass, fixed in his sights to assure he will eventually find a path...too far into life to turn back now.  No more empty bottles tripping his walk, he's fought to get through the haunted truth of what really exists in life.  There's no strife if you can handle defeat, the true love of our life we will seldom ever meet, and so he doesn't expect much when he greets.  And how we speak...well that im sure will change in 8 months when u get settled in, the real truth in the matter before you confince yourself how to win....figure out exactly when real love begins.  For this grass is sometimes a little too tall for us to handle,  to thick to actually see, making up propaganda in our heads....anything to believe.  Take time to see before you find yourself crawling out of what you thought was love, sometimes you need more then oil to break in the true feeling of a glove...some relationships are better off if they are just kept to hugs.