And I walk. Endless roads. Though it may be a distant road, I want to be soothed by the flowers on the side of the road and go as I please. What happened to me when I was your age? I lost my mind.

I see you're being pushed into a state of distress by this adversity. Looks like we're close, we're on the road again. There are signs out there to go around. It's not just a detour.

My uncles in construction are on the ground at best. Is there something wrong with the cobblestone? Oh, I'm getting angry. Here it is, no. It hasn't gotten that far, um, what is it?