How bad hierarchy might be affecting facbook calling’s feedback…

I remember the monsoon morning, I put on my crew neck. The sun started shining as I began a new trek.

I dont know where this goes, I don’t know what’s at the end. But this feeling just grows, while I uncover her each bend.

In the youngest of the spring, you dance to the rhythm I’m gonna bring, now that I know your favorite song, don’t you worry bout a thing.

Let’s wander the whole world, for it has so much wonder to hold, let “we are never growing old.” be our anthem on the road.