fierce young men with strong arms and sure hands hands that believe they know exactly what they're looking for hands extending from hearts that have no idea luther said every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for god i don't know just what i'm looking for i don't know where my mind goes when i am not awake but i know enough to refuse to seek that which i can find and rediscover every time i am asked where the time goes when we are but shells of ourselves
