wherever, wherever..

quite strange to live by fortuity, even the taste for the unknown.
feeling the hands off the wheel just run against my nature.
give it to one of these days.. one of these days..
who knows?

"..fly to carry each his burden
we are young despite the years we are concern
we are hope despite de times
all of the sudden, these days.."

r.e.m.
(these days)