The paperboy doesn’t bring me the news, he only brings one side to choose. So how can we see both sides clearly?

The paperboy doesn’t bring me the news, he only brings one side to choose. So how can we see both sides clearly?

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.