When the bulbs burn out, and all is free, and the night is huddled at my feet, I'm still chasing dreams relentlessly, even after all these years. I don't need to pretend that I own my life. Wisdom never plagued my younger days; I'm finding out that it's hard to turn around. So, ask about my plans, my childish ways, and the boy who never did get out. I don't need to pretend that I own my life. I don't need to pretend that I know what's right