don't be fooled.

jay clifford hold's a special place in my heart. his voice has so many of my years wrapped up in it. i love that about music.

wearing out a stretch of concrete, with a racing heartbeat. trading in my years for hours, with the gods and cowards. somewhere at the end of it where the road becomes a fence, she points into the infinite, into the radiance, and says, don't be fooled. don't be fooled by the real thing.