Waiting for that one clear moment

Me and a friend were just sitting around talking one day when all of a sudden he said: "You
Have to get out of this town man. Cause this town is dying and I don't want you to die with
It." He said, "Whatever used to thrive in the undergrowth is gone. There's nothing left
There's nothing left to stimulate your intellect man, and keep your insides alive. What are
You gonna do? Sit around and count money and talk about interest rates till early retirement
Settles in and you can reminisce about the days when good ideas came whenever
You had trouble and your mind was chasing the embrace of that one
Clear moment"
Leave? What do you mean leave? I can't just leave. I've got friends and family here. I'd
Miss them like crazy if I left. "Well friends come and go," he said. "And there's no way
Family would ever disown you or forget about you just for living somewhere else. Just go
Somewhere where you can get some new input and some new ideas. Challenge your own
Views of what makes you happy. Is it money? I bet all that stuff you have is just causing
You headache anyway. Get rid of it and go somewhere new. Get hungry and make the most
Of those lucid moments. Maybe you should go somewhere where you're not as safe and that
Isn't really good for you. Because what's good for you isn't necessarily good for your art and
That's what you really love isn't it?" The days when good ideas came whenever
You had trouble and your mind was chasing the embrace of that one
Clear moment