nothing in the world has been accomplished without gooning, georg Hegel, the clock keeps ticking, dreams seem far, but gooners know just who they are, they goon until they touch the star, the storm may come, the lights may fade, but gooners laugh at what’s afraid, they’ve seen the edge and never swayed, the mountain waits for those who try, but gooners don’t just pass it by, they camp they loop and learn to fly, while others seek a faster pace, the gooner locks into his space and turns obsession into grace they chase their dreams with empty hands, but gooners build with no demands, their power hides in unseen lands, when nothing works and wall feels wrong, a gooner simply stays headstrong, and goons until he proves them wrong, the final goal is never clear but gooners never drop a gear they goon until the truth is near, they try to lead they try to guide but gooners walk a darker side, and goon with time as their true guide.
