Someone To Follow

While driving from Brigham City to Ogden, finishing my long ten-hour work day, I passed a sign that informed me that I was seventeen miles away from my home. At the time, all I wanted to do was get back, clock out, walk home, and roll a blunt. However, I knew that my next door neighbor was judging me for smoking pot, mainly because of his religious beliefs, and I wrote this song to him. As a Taoist, I don't need someone to follow; I need to model myself after my idea of the Tao.