road to find out

okay guys, that was good. Let's do it one more time, but this time, Ian, introduce yourself and tell her you love her accent, and for god's sake don't sheepishly look away when she looks you in the eye and smiles... And action!

I wish it was like that

Nothing New

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Oh, what am I but an engine, shod
With muscle and flesh, by the hand of God
Speeding on through the dense, dark night,
Guided alone by the soul’s white light.

Often and often my mad heart tries,
And hates its way with a bitter hate,
And longs to follow its own desires,
And leave the end in the hands of fate.

O, mighty engine of steel and steam;
O, human engine of blood and bone,
Follow the white light’s certain beam—
There lies safety, and there alone.

The narrow track of fearless truth,
Lit by the soul’s great eye of light,
O passionate heart of restless youth,
Alone will carry you through the night.