Walk without ambition! You’re jumping buildings like there were no consequences. Something is spooking you, something in the air… but it’s all so relative, you can ignore it for a while. As time would have it, you are way beyond your years, and looking back now you see where you should have stopped walking all together. Now you’re flying off, now you’re completely out of control: there is no comfort left, and there is no more ‘home’. Walk, walk… walk, my sweet dear; you have no ambition! You have no goals! You can keep on walking, cheat them all !