GHOST OF UTOPIA.

you are HAUNTED by the turmoil of your lives, walking circles, crossing lines. and it is tearing up your souls, of this fury--jumping hurdles, just to abide. you are DROWNING in the sorrow of a billion opinions. nobody can hear you. this is PSYCHOSIS, this is PSYCHOSIS. this is the jigsaw blown apart. you are the GHOST of utopia. you're the conquered stars, the divided hearts. you are the ghost of utopia. you're the miracle of america.

     “ THAT’S A LITTLE close to home, don’t you think ? ” Dean hesitates with the glass in his hand, lowering it down to the table with a sigh. “ I fucked up everything; don’t I know how that shit feels. ” His dad, Sam, hell, even Bobby. “ Been thinkin’ about it. Why not try and just make something new. Ignore the broken, trying to mend too many pieces isn’t ever going to work. Better to fresh start, if you even can. Or maybe I’m just stupid. I could be. ”