All hands, ears up!

We're jumping ship. That's right! Left! Up! Up! And away!

Trails? Mayhap!
Continuity? POSSIBLY!
Concern? LITTLE!

Wait for the future, and clouds will part. Or not. In the stars - in the cards. Not to be known, however. Nothing personal, though. Not even I, I'm afraid.

So we play the game of WAIT. Steps already stepped, but progression? Transgression? Regression? REGENERATION? NEW GENERATION?

The progenitor? Silenced. The offspring? Finite. The present? YESTERDAY. Also, here and there, everywhere, all around and nowhere. SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Fascinating, no? No. IRRELEVANT. The no, I mean. Because WHEELS AIN'T STOPPIN' HERE, BUDDY. Mud might do it. There's a lot of mud. WE'VE ONLY TIME TO WAIT.

So that trail? Unlikely!
Continuity? WHO KNOWS!
Concern? WHO ARE YOU, EVEN?

WHAT. BUT I DON'T EVEN. EVEN. STEPHEN. BUS.
String of thought. String of theories. String Theory.
WHOA NOW. TANGENT. DERAILED.

So. To all you folks out there - I ALREADY DID THAT. SHUSH. BUT I'M IN THE TRUCK NOW. I'M GOING. SEE YA' ROUND, KIDS.

Cessation. Now. WE WONT EVEN FINISH THIS SENTAN